When worship becomes more than just wordsspoken from the lips of a saint,when the honest truth of a broken and a contrite heartspills forth to take false worship’s place,that’s when God shows his glorious countenance. When worship becomes more than just a way to God,but a devoted lifestyle. When expectations are exceededand warning exists not,that’s... Continue Reading →
Changes to the Blog (My True Identity) or “The Woman Behind ‘Dylan Whittler’”
Dear Readers, I’ve been contemplating some things over the past few weeks about the blog and where I want to take things moving forward. Everything isn’t set in stone yet but there’s one thing I want to come out and say now. Dylan Whittler isn’t my real name. I wrote a blog post about that... Continue Reading →
A Writer’s Warning: Writing About Trauma
Dear writers of trauma, You and I both know that writing about trauma can be cathartic in any form, be it fiction or nonfiction, novel or personal essay. We are encouraged, as writers and storytellers and trauma survivors, to “write our truth” so we can heal but there is an underlying occurrence that I don’t... Continue Reading →
Beauty for Ashes
He begins to pour his heart out to You, because of meand within each pause, can’t help but think of her:the little girl who, in me, makes her humble abode.Flooded memories shroud me for a moment until I hear,“You said You would give beauty for ashesand I pray that for her, Lord.”My mind freezes, caught... Continue Reading →
Musical Imaginings
Soft echoes whisper across my soul,your melody makes my heart sing.When you play to me my belief in love is renewedand I can once more breathe.Tugging on my heart stringsare your melodious major chords,how soft the air seems when you play to me,so passionately. *inspired by John Coltrane jam session*
