Jason Dyba

15 years on Twitter.

𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦... Only those who fully understand the second line of “Amazing Grace” can fully appreciate the first.

Tired is the generation who refuses to go to sleep.

A man told me recently that he couldn't remember the day he had begun drinking alcohol, but that he'd never forget the day he stopped.

I've never thought a critic of mine was dishonest. Incorrect? Occasionally. Annoying? Always.

What is hope? Hope does not prevent the glass from being shattered. Hope does not ensure the pieces fit back together. Hope is not a mask for grieving hearts & bleeding hands. Hope is holding shards and knowing, “this is not the end.”

For every hue and flavor of wanting: a TV channel.

There is happiness in reminiscing, but joy in hope.

God's presence is welcomed through the doors of our obedience.

The flaw I ignored in the feast became the fall I endured in the famine.

Move it along. Take up brevity for sport. The feedback “too long” far exceeds the “too short”.

For anything that one should like to believe, there is anecdotal evidence.

I planned to leave early. You planned to stay late. You came for the party. I came for the cake.

A world of trouble can be made with a word. A single phrase can restore faith and hope. Both are evidence: when we speak, we create.

A bitter win is a short-lived victory.

As a Christian in America, few things are as difficult as de-compartmentalizing my faith.

Aging will ever increase one's potential for maturity, but does little (if anything) to ensure it.

Please, have a glass of water. Hydration doesn't always make things better, but dehydration will always make things worse.

We mark our minutes by joys, our hours by sorrows.