A Preface Into My Faith:

I grew up in a Catholic household, but it wasn’t until a few years ago that faith became something I claimed as my own. For a long time, it felt more like a tradition I inherited rather than a relationship I chose. It wasn’t forced on me, but it also wasn’t something I truly understood — until I reached a point where I wanted to search for God myself. That choice made all the difference. No one else could hand me a relationship with Him. I had to open my own heart, ask my own questions, wrestle with my own doubts, and decide for myself whether I truly believed. And somewhere in that messy process of looking and longing, I found Him — or maybe, He found me. That moment of discovery, on my own terms, is something I hold close, because it cannot be done for you by anyone else.

Some days now, faith feels like breathing — natural, effortless, life-giving. Other days, it feels like carrying a heavy stone uphill, wondering if I’m strong enough to keep going. But both are real, and both have shaped me. I’ve come to see faith not as a finish line but as a journey: one filled with light, silence, questions, answers, and more questions. It’s not always polished or pretty, but it is deeply alive.

This space on my website is my little open journal — a place where I want to share the realness of what faith has looked like for me. Sometimes that will mean reflections on joy, peace, or the quiet comfort of prayer. Other times it may mean writing through the weight of doubt or the ache of waiting. To me, faith is not just the highlight reel of answered prayers — it’s the vulnerable, unfiltered process of learning to trust, to lean, and to keep walking even when I don’t have everything figured out.

I want to be honest here: I know religion can be a tender subject. People carry all kinds of stories and experiences, some healing, some painful. So please read with that in mind. I share only with the aim of spreading faith, hope, and love. I have no desire to impose or divide. I deeply respect all people — no matter their beliefs — and I absolutely do not condone hate speech, judgment, or anything that harms.

If you choose to step into this part of my journey, thank you. My prayer is that these words might offer a small spark of encouragement, or a reminder that you are seen and loved. I don’t have all the answers, but I do have my story, and I offer it openly. This is my testimony in the making — raw, imperfect, but real. And if even a piece of it resonates with you, then this little corner of my heart has served its purpose.

Much love & God bless,

Haylley