Hazy eyes tried to focus on the blended pink and orange colors. The sky was God’s coloring book. As the sun glimmered off the blue sea, I remembered where I was, Cabo San Lucas. I’m in Cabo.
Warm feet touched cold tile so I tiptoed to the balcony. A man caught my attention as he wobbled and stumbled, disorientated in the cool morning air. He propped a sign in the sand with the words facing toward the water, and then fell onto his back with his arms stretched out. Does he need medical attention? Should I call for help?
He appeared dead on the beach, but he must have been breathing because people stopped to look at him, read his sign, and continued down the beach. What did his sign say?
My sleepy mind thought about what could’ve been written on his white sign.
I sat there on the balcony, mesmerized by this man and his sign. If I was honest, what would my sign say on days like his?
At this moment, what does your sign say?
Then, a man wearing a stack of hats on his head, approached the passed out man on the beach.
He woke him, reached out a helping hand, pulled him up and embraced him. The man with many hats, picked up the sign, tucked it under his arm, and helped the unsteady man find refuge.
No judgment. Just kindness.
The man with many hats had read the sign correctly:
How can you share grace today?
How can you embrace grace?