My old favorite verb was grapple. But I found a new one!
This week, I let the girls try cream soda for the first time. Someone brought bottles of the stuff to a cookout, and we were left with several.
I love cream soda. We are so eager to drink it that when we pour it out, it fizzes so much that we have cream soda all over the counter top. We pour more, and I try the stick-your-finger-in-the-glass trick. It works! I'm not sure why, but it works.
Later, I pour too much cream soda again. It fizzes faster than we can sip it. That volcanic eruption of carbonation all over the kitchen tells me to pour small amounts and wait.
I slow down and watch the process. Even a tiny amount will effervesce. I think about this verb. It means to give off bubbles or to be exceptionally vivacious and enthusiastic. I learn two things about living with flair:
1. I can do and have too much. Pour small amounts and let things settle before doing more.
2. No matter what God pours into my life, I want it to effervesce--spill over and give off--enthusiasm and vivaciousness.
Let us effervesce today. And if we can't or won't, maybe we need more good stuff poured in.
Living with flair means I effervesce.
Journal: When was the last time you erupted with enthusiasm for something?