Smelling God . . .

“We ignore the smell of Deity”, warns C.S. Lewis in Letters to Malcolm concerning appropriate adoration to our God. He says it is the inattention we give to events and pleasures all around us.

We each ‘wear’ our own personal scent–some joyfully sweet, others painfully obnoxious. My grandchildren equate various scents to me. Two of the girls were driving through garlic fields in California last year and suddenly shouted, “Oh, this smells just like Gram”. I question that is a sweet fragrance!

How do you describe a fragrance? A rose–well, it smells like a rose–sweet, perfumey. What about fresh bread from the oven? One of my favorite smells is the first burst when “opening” an orange. It evokes memories of long ago Christmases, but the smell–it is just orangey. Describing a scent is notoriously difficult.

So how does Deity smell?

God’s presence hovers the atmosphere. It is more than the fragrance of sweet peas and lilacs. Or freshly mowed grass, Or rain and wind. Can you smell the sun? I have a “sun-shine” closet–linens dried in the sun fill the shelves, and I breathe deeply of Deity. We must see pass the “thing”, the event, and simply adore God. There is no place for analyzing and dissecting.

For me, early morning is heavily seasoned with the scent of His security, His comfort. His great love is bound in the whispers of the wind, stirring the leaves. I walk, holding hands with the Creator. I inhale–celebrating this moment–Now.

God’s presence permeates all of life. Never do I want to ignore the “smell” of His presence. I desire to fully see, smell, taste and feel the goodness of my Father while I walk this journey.

“Great are the works of the Lord; they are pondered (smelled and adored, my words!)) by all who delight in them.” Psalm 111: 2

Inhaling Deity . . . today.

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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4 Responses to Smelling God . . .

  1. Barb, so beautifully written….I felt like I was smelling God reading this…thank you. xo

  2. Kaye says:

    You are such an amazing writer! I know our Father gave you the words. Yes, beautiful!

  3. Glenda Ferguson says:

    WOW You touch my heart with each writing. How I wish I had your talent to put thoughts and words together to express my feelings as you do. Never stop using this beautiful talent God has blessed you with for His glory.

  4. oct17 says:

    Thank you, sweet girls. Please pray with and for me that I will discover how best to use what I have for His glory and honor.

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