Why Writing?

I felt led to write letters—I'm not even sure when it started, maybe sometime within the last year. Now, here I am in April 2025, still feeling that pull. When I think about writing, it feels like home.

My earliest memory of accomplishment—of feeling valued, honest, and transparent about what I truly believe—was standing on a middle school stage, reading an essay I wrote called “What a Man” about my grandfather. I can still see him smiling in the crowd, pointing at me as he often did, saying, “I love you.” We didn’t have many deep conversations, but his life spoke loudly. His kindness, integrity, and how he treated others were my first clear evidence that Jesus is real and alive. He was a witness—and his life was his testimony.

Another memory stays close to my heart: my grandmother, during what seemed like an ordinary moment at Ruby Tuesday, asking a young server, “Do you know Jesus?” I was initially embarrassed by her boldness, but I realize now that I was witnessing the quiet power of the Holy Spirit moving through someone willing to be used. That moment taught me again that Jesus is real and still reaching hearts today.

There are so many stories I could share—stories of people in my life who are part of what scripture calls the “great cloud of witnesses” (Hebrews 12:1). But for now, this is my preamble to the question I often ask myself: Why Writing?

The simple answer is: we need a record.

A record of faith.

A record of trials endured and promises kept.

A record of prayers, poems, and testimonies that reveal the character and nature of God.

A record of creating with The Creator.

— KD