“Imagine yourself as a living house.
God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
This is the kind of imagination we want to pursue.
And so, we write (Habakkuk 2:2).
We write to remind ourselves that God is at work doing something beautiful on this earth and in our lives, even in the most mundane moments, even in our darkest hours. We write to encourage the faith and hope of those around us, our brothers and sisters. We write to glorify our God, to acknowledge and praise the glory of His love for the world and worship Him with grateful hearts.