Yesterday, I had a stomach ache. It wasn’t serious enough to stay home from church, but I felt grouchy and sorry for myself as my stomach rumbled. As I was puttering around the house, I got an idea. I should make a sign to tell the world how I felt.
It was a brilliant idea. I started imagining sitting in the church pew with my little sign. Some nice lady might even cook me dinner, because that is what nice church ladies do. My stomach ache eventually went away so I didn’t need to wear my sign. It got me thinking though. Things might be a lot easier if people wore signs and said what was really going on in their life.
What might your sign say?