A few years ago I penned a quick sketch of a seahorse securing himself to an anchor. I had the inclination there was something extra special about this one as the title "Warhorse" bubbled up in my heart. I also knew it wasn't yet time to paint it. So, I did what I've done many times before. I set the sketch aside and quickly moved on to pen the next one in my head. I never spoke about the name of the piece to anyone, including Heather. Three years later my bride penned a short devotion yesterday that God placed on her heart for Palm Sunday. As I sat across the table listening to her read the story to me, I knew the time to paint my version of "Warhorse" had finally come. Grabbing a blank canvas, I pull out the old sketch and painted my newest piece.
Heather and I both agree that our two versions of "Warhorse" are better together. Kinda like us!