In November 2016, I was given the gift of a vision. I would like to share that vision with you.
I was standing in an area that was white… pure… with walls that gave
the appearance of being gossamer and floating.
In the center of the room stood a table. The table had metal legs and a wood grain top, the type of table that you would find in an office setting.
On the table appeared
a box of crayons… Crayola... 64 count…the big box.
The box, on its own, tipped over… all 64 crayons were spread out on the table in front of me.
The blue crayon and the white crayon laid
next to one another on the table, part of the pile, yet somehow separate… they seemed to glow.
As I stood in wonder…completely aware…a voice spoke.
“Do you see the white crayon and the blue
crayon?” I was asked.
I was then shown an image of my brother and I.
The voice continued, “The white crayon cannot wish to be blue, nor, the blue crayon white”
I was then shown an image
of a friend and I.
“The white crayon has chosen to be white, the blue crayon has chosen to be blue”
The voice continued…
“The white crayon would not shine as bright without
the blue crayon next to it and the blue crayon would not be as vivid without the white crayon next to it”
“They need one another”
I was then shown images of my family and friends…how
I could not compare myself to them, nor, wish to have their talents or abilities – They had chosen their path, and I, mine.
The image expanded then… I was shown a view of our world…and all the different
colored crayons existing side by side, each shining brightly…
Individual yet together.
It is my hope, as we journey through life, we can embrace our own individuality with
the knowledge that
we are part of something much bigger and would not
shine as brightly without one another.