Today, my friend tells me I have the spiritual gift of "celebration." Is there such a thing? There must be! Living with Flair has been my 632 day journey to celebrate the day. It never gets old for me.
Lord, help me continue to celebrate!
I want to remember to celebrate when I have long, boring days of work and chores and sadness and disappointment. There's something or someone to celebrate here. There's something to dance a jig about, slap a high-five for, squeal-with-my-hands-over-my-mouth for, perform little jumps in the air for, grab-my-friend's-shoulders-and-jiggle-and-jump-and-kiss-on-the-cheek about, pump my fist over, whoop and holler about, turn a cartwheel for, sing the Hallelujah chorus over, write a blog about. . .
You get the idea. Living with flair means we're gonna celebrate. There's always something--or better yet, Someone--to celebrate. It might be anything--large or small, obvious or hidden--that's just waiting for us to observe and cheer over. Woo-hoo! Yahoo! Yeah!
Do you have something to celebrate today?