Jason LocyComment

Jason LocyComment
I am looking to the corners, where branches end and sky begins. This is where the beauty of story starts: in the push to the outer. The familiar leaves off, the mystery irrupts. And, it isn’t my story, my mystery, it’s God’s. The early week morning yawns open with opportunity, for growth, healing, and potential. But only when my focus reaches beyond, and I to the craft of the heavenly story. NEW POST | Ink in the Pen with guest writer @splintersong | Link in bio | http://www.timothywillard.com/blog/2016/1/18/ink

I am looking to the corners, where branches end and sky begins. This is where the beauty of story starts: in the push to the outer. The familiar leaves off, the mystery irrupts. And, it isn’t my story, my mystery, it’s God’s. The early week morning yawns open with opportunity, for growth, healing, and potential. But only when my focus reaches beyond, and I to the craft of the heavenly story. NEW POST | Ink in the Pen with guest writer @splintersong | Link in bio | http://www.timothywillard.com/blog/2016/1/18/ink