Thursday, August 13, 2020

Dearest God,

I smelled it again.  What is that sweet smell in the air?  I smelled it a few days in my bedroom as I crawled into bed.  This morning at Spiller Farm as I walked down the path to the blueberries, I smelled it again.  I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breath; yes, it was the same scent.  I closed my eyes and took it all in.

Perhaps it is the sweet smell of mercy I smell.  What I know is I thought of you as I breathed in the familiar scent.  I thought of how you sweeten the world with your living presence, how you impart love to your children and how you give compassion to the broken-hearted, the frightened and the anxious.  Although I did not recognize the scent, I was certain of the connection between those two holy moments in my bedroom and on the farm.

I am blessed to know you, Holy God, so very blessed!

No one gives

like you,

Loving God,

no one.

Thank you
for the

sweet smell

of mercy

or love

or splendor,

whatever it is

you gave.

Thank you,

Loving God.

Yours, Andrea