Faith. According to Paul, it’s hoped for and not seen. Intangible. A belief. Not knowledge.
A life of gusto is premised on faithl. If not, fear of giving too much engenders a hoarding instinct. Only through faith in an eternal supply can I expend all the laughter, all the energy, all the joy I possess, and know a fresh supply refills my soul’s empty coffers. The same goes with temporal giving as well. There exist those times when I give Posh freely, knowing replacement product awaits.
Sing to a country Western song: Let me never love just a little. Smile just a little. Give just a little. I want to live with a brimming over quality inspiring those around me each and every day. This is living with gusto.
What is living with grace? Not epecting a return. Letting others be themselves without judgment. Accepting faults and failures without blame. Not so easy to do.
I balance precariously on the tightrope of life, finding it easier to live with gusto more than grace. I need more grace.