Today, as I sat in church – the teacher told a story about a lady she saw on the side of the road, holding a sign up that said, “Widowed Single Mother”.  I can’t remember exactly what she went on to say next, as my thought wandered to what my sign might say.

I believe we all have a sign, whether we are standing on the side of the road showing it to others, or not.  What would mine say?  What would yours say? I am sure at different times in my life, it would say different things.  Wouldn’t it be interesting if everyone walked around with a sign with words written on them that described what they felt to be their challenges?  Would we be more understanding because we knew where they were coming from, or more judgemental?  Maybe we would realize that everyone struggles, and maybe, just maybe, we would go a little bit easier on ourselves.

I think it’s easy to look at others and see perfection, and then walk straight to a mirror and see weakness staring back at us.

Maybe tomorrow as we start our day, let’s think of what our sign might say if we had to write it – and remember that others are carrying burdens as well, and decide to be just a little bit more understanding,  a little more patient,  and a little less judgmental.  Most importantly, let us choose to be a little more Christlike.

Happy Holidays, my friends.



“Before God we are all equally wise – and equally foolish.” – Albert Einstein