I'm sitting by a woman, and we start talking about creativity and how God uses our creativity.
She tells me she's been baking.
She enrolled in a cake decorating class with her family in order to make "occasion cakes" for children and teens who don't have anyone to make a cake for them. For birthdays or graduations, local shelters and juvenile detention centers alert my friend about any cake needs.
She'll bake and decorate a cake and then deliver it to a teenage who never once had somebody make a cake for them. Never once had this teen been celebrated with something so simple as a birthday cake.
I start to imagine all the recipients of my friend's cakes. I see the looks on their faces as the beautiful birthday cakes arrive with their names on them. I start to imagine how--for this one moment--they feel something start to bubble up inside. Maybe, just maybe, I'm loved. Maybe, just maybe, somebody sees me and cares.
It's a little thing: a birthday cake decorated for someone who never had one before.
Living with flair means using creativity to bless someone who needs it.
What can you make for someone who needs a blessing?