People usually ask me what I write about when they find out that I write. I never quite know what to say. But you’re here now, so my guess is…you’re about to find out for yourself. Just the same, I’ll take a stab at it.
I write about my life. I write about the ways that God is showing me who He is, and how much He loves me, you…all of us. I write about the funny things my daughter does and the clumsy things I do. I write the stories that my insides yearn to tell.
With that, it occurs to me that rarely has anyone asked me why I write.
I write to give thanks. I write to share the grace that I’m given, with the desperate hope that it will do for you what it does for me. I write to honor my Father. I write to be closer to Him.
I write to worship. Because He is worthy.