My parents havenít always gotten along the bestest. Momís back now. We still fight but things are better than
Iíll be seventeen this Sunday. Iím in grade twelve and I like English, art,
and music. That must be why Viv asked me
to help her with her summer camps. Viv
is our local YFC staff member. Something in my gut said, "Do it, Hayley.Ē I wasnít a Christian, but Viv seemed sure I
had the qualities she needed. One night
she asked if she could pray with me. She
was really talking to someone─ God─ not just making stuff up in her head. That was the turning point for me.
Iíd started reading Matthew in case any of the leaders
asked me something about the Bible. I
wanted to look like I knew something. Iím pretty well respected at school. Kids expect me to have the answers.
But Vivian told me that Iím on a new journey now. God didnít expect me to have a lot of
answers. In fact, things were often kept
on a need-to-know kind of basisÖ every day would have some new thing that
Viv doesnít have a TV or any fancy stuff in her house,
but all of us kids feel at home there. Every Monday night we meet to share verses, talk, play games, cook
stuff, eat it, and drink tea. Theyíre my
second family. Iíll miss them terribly
when life moves us on.
By helping Viv at camp this summer, I made a difference
in little kidsí lives. Some learned the
joys of being kind. Others realized they
could pray for a friend who was sad.
Schoolís back and so far this semester I feel stuck.
My favorite teacher says Iíve been brainwashed and sheís
the one who helped me get into a lot of important positions in our school.
My old friends canít see how super-positive a life lived
with God can be.
But itís them and the person I used to be who were brainwashed. I know the Truth now and I wonít stop telling people about Him. Thank you, Viv, and I really thank you, Lord Jesus.