Why I Write

I write because studying Scripture slows me down long enough for truth to take root. When I linger with a passage, the people become real, the story becomes mine, and God meets me in the quiet. Writing helps me stay there. It’s where my questions, my curiosity, and my desire for connection turn into worship.

Becoming a Christian (for real this time) in my mid-20s, discovering the depth of Christian history- the saints, the hymns, the courage, the continuity- has felt like being grafted into a family I didn’t know I had. That experience has awakened both grief for what we’ve lost and longing for what can be restored.

I have always been big on journaling and more recently embraced the challenge of a blog as a sort of accountability tool. It is a subtle challenge to pull the thread a little harder and finish the thought rather than simply having a moment of insight or clarity or wonder and then moving on to the next thing. As I share bits of writing with others, I've discovered that others feel as I do. I am not alone in my desire for restoration and revival.

That has become quite motivating. I want everyone to see the beauty of tradition, the weight of our inheritance, the stories behind the hymns that were born from real lives and carried by the Spirit across generations. I want them to know they belong to something bigger than their own moment.

I’m not an expert or a guide, just a fellow traveler who has seen something worth pointing out. My writing is simply an invitation.

Let’s remember our story.

Let’s reclaim what’s been dropped.

Let's take our part in the story that God is still writing.