The old man picked up his paintbrush that had laid there gathering dust for many years now. He found a piece of canvas that was still useable even though discolored with age.
With fingers crippled from arthritis, he painstakingly applied the paint to the empty canvas in front of him. Many hours later he stepped back to see what picture wanted to be painted so strongly that it pulled him out of his usual idle malaise.
The scene was of six sailboats being pushed across the lake by a breeze that was both playful and purposeful at the same time. White clouds gathered in the sky, contrasting sharply with the deep green of the horizon.
Where had this scene come from......A place so deep inside himself that he didn't even know it existed?
As he stood looking at the picture in wonderment, he heard a divine voice in his head asking, "Whom shall we send?"
With every fibre of his being, he cried out, "I will go! Send Me!"
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Thank you very much. It begged to be written.
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