Good morning, DearHeart,
Dale told me that as he and Liv walked in the back door the other day she took a deep breath and said, “it smells like Nanny’s!”
I’m pretty sure I could pick my grandmothers and my aunts out of a crowd, blindfolded, in a crowd, by their smell.
Last night I went out into the evening air to water my flowers after being indoors too long and the air smelled like the farm my dad owned at one time. We called it “the Verden Place” … because every farm has a name.
Funny how a scent can transport you back to an earlier time and place, playing in a pick up bed, or walking a creek, or gathering eggs. The evening air is calming and thoughtful. Last night felt of the Holy … which made me wonder, at what point did I fall in love with my Creator? Was it running the creek with my brothers and cousins? Catching crawdads with bacon on a string? Maybe making mud pies in the back yard under the Mimosa trees? Maybe playing in my grandmother’s (Coon) high heels and jewelry drawer, feeling all fancy? Maybe at a baseball game or one of our visits to the mountains. I don’t know the exact moment, only that I breathe the air of the Almighty One.
‘When news gets heavy and struggles get real, the One Who is the Wind I Soar On holds me steady, still. He pours new life in us. And, I breathe with my Savior.
Jesus, my Lord…’
‘GOD claims Earth and everything in it, GOD claims World and all who live on it. He built it on Ocean foundations, laid it out on River girders.’ (Psalm 24:1-2 MSG)
Wake up.
Breathe Him in.
Go.
