Why?

Me
Me, thinking of what to write next.

Heidi Doxey, a writer friend of mine, shared an article last week that sometimes sums up my attitude toward writing. In a nutshell, I occasionally wonder why I bother. I have no delusions that people are waiting for my next blog post or article, or that they’re even reading them. I understand that the majority of people who read my blog posts are 1) family members, 2) friends/acquaintances, or 3) lost. And I’m okay with that.

There was a day when I defined myself by my writing. “Hello, I’m Kelly Martinez, freelance/staff writer for … ” With that attitude came an air of self importance, a belief that because I could proficiently assemble words into sentences, people would naturally want to read what I wrote. Life has shown me otherwise. And I’m okay with that.

So, why do I write?

On one level, I write as a release, a way to put my thoughts to screen so I can make sense of what’s swimming around in my head.

On another level, I write with the hope that something I type will touch someone’s heart, lift them up, and let them know that they’re not alone in their challenges.

I used to write with the intent of making money. Experience has taught me that I may never make a living as a full-time writer. And I’m okay with that–now.

The main reason I write now is narrowly focused: to please, help and glorify Him who gave me the ability to write. I trust in His wisdom for giving me this talent. I figure that if I’m using this gift selflessly for good, then wherever the path goes from here will lead me and my writings to where we’re supposed to be.

He’s given each of us a gift, some several gifts. He wants us to use that gift to help others. When we use that gift to do good, His approval will shine on us and someone will benefit from our efforts. Sometimes, that someone will be ourselves.

This–this–is why I write. It’s how I show appreciation to the Giver of all good gifts. To not write would be a sign of ingratitude.

So, what’s your gift? A listening ear? The ability to make others laugh? Music? A compassionate heart? A skill for motivating people? Whatever your gift, it was given to you not to keep to yourself, but to share with others–often.

After all, the sincerest way to show appreciation for a gift is to use it often.

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