I remember, reminiscing on you and the effect you had on my life. They told me that I was supposed to learn from you and once I got my lessons, I wasn't supposed to revert or glance back. But I did. You were the source of my tears at many a night, and... Continue Reading →
The Quiet of Night is Unnerving
History is repeating itself. I just sent a text message to a good, close friend of mine and it’s similar to something the younger me sent my ex-boyfriend in the past, forever ago, 6 weeks before I graduated college. The quiet of night is unnerving. I’m sitting in the dark, reading The Perks of Being... Continue Reading →
On Being Alone or “Things to Learn in Life as an Adult”
I have to be okay, again, with being alone. In the still quiet of darkness. I have to relearn the art of loving writing, not merely for the off chance of readership or publication, but for myself, to get out of my head all the thoughts that plague me, if for no other reason than... Continue Reading →
More Than Words
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 →
