My alabaster box

Why do I have to live? Not for myself alone, but so that my breath becomes an answer to someone else’s prayer. I live because God has written purpose into my days, even when I don’t yet understand the ink. I write because I was created to steward words, to guard the Gospel, and to honor the sacred craft of writing in a world that rushes to replace devotion with automation. What flows from me is not manufactured—it is given. And I will not surrender what only the Lord can place in human hands.