Then my thoughts turn to a different kind of fragrance. Think "corned beef and cabbage with a whole lot of mustard". Then take yourself beyond the meal to the next day. What smelled mouth-watering and tasted delicious was nice going in, but let's just say that among the foods listed as "gas producing", these should rank in the top ten.
Amy and I had an orthodontist consultation in Monroeville this fateful "morning after the corned beef dinner". Silent but deadly comes to mind. At the office I asked (trying not to appear desperate) where the restroom was. To this, the oh-so-helpful receptionist replied, "Oh, just use this one right through here." I went through the door and right there, directly beside her desk and in the hub of the office was a tiny room with the label "Conference Room". Oh boy.
I simply couldn't do it. And if we weren't already having problems with the insurance company covering this visit before, we certainly would now. If I could've done it. But I couldn't.
Then there is the concept of applied fragrance aka perfume or body spray. Of this variety, I don't often wear. I own exactly 3 bottles of perfume. Lady Stetson, Lahana, and Aviance Night Musk. I wonder if perfumes have an expiration date? I wore the Aviance at our wedding and for a long time, our luggage had a hint of it every time a suitcase was opened. I liked it then and the smell brings with it some very good memories. But to wear it now? On a regular basis? It's just too much. Too heavy or something. Even if I just spray it and walk into the mist, it's just a little too much and honestly, it reminds me a little bit of an "older woman" fragrance. Older but wiser I am sure. Just not me anymore.
Fragrance #1 Spring…..aaahhhhh.
Fragrance #2 The next day….ewwwww.
Fragrance #3 The perfume that used to be me….mmmmmm…..ah…ah…ah-choo!!!!
Which brings me to this thought:
"Thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads in every place the fragrance that comes from knowing Him." 2 Corinthians 2:14 NRSV
In a crazy world, a busy life, when all feels a little like I am spinning out of control, what fragrance am I? Am I one that leaves my family running for cover? Or my coworkers needing an antihistamine? I think I am these sometimes, when I say yell words in anger, join in the negative talk, or even gossip because I think it makes me somehow look better. Really, it just makes me stink.
My prayer this week, this day, and for always is that I am fragrant with the fragrance that comes from knowing Him.
Love,
Dianne
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