“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.