Later on I'd catch a whiff of her lovely perfume...I could smell a trace of her scent left on my clothing from our hug. I loved it. It's not so much that I loved the aroma as much as all the joy and affection that I associate with it.
Every single time this happened I would wonder what sort of scent I had been leaving behind... Not literally--though I am fairly paranoid about body odour--but figuratively. The answer to that question lies in what I've been soaking.
Some days it's the cesspool of self-pity or ingratitude. I may as well get real--cesspool is just a fancy word for septic tank. So if that's what I've been soaking in, I'm going to leave behind a, well, crappy scent. You'll be so glad you hung out with me...or not.
If my heart has been bent toward gratitude, I'm likely to leave behind a much more pleasant scent.
There's a fragrance I want to leave more than any other...the essence of the incredible Love that has rescued me. I want you to know that no matter how terrible your day has been, no matter the challenges you're facing, no matter how miserably you've failed...there is One whose arms are wide open, longing to pour healing and hope-filled Love into you.
His name is Jesus.
But thank God!
He...continues to lead us along in Christ's triumphal procession.
Now he uses us to spread the knowledge of Christ everywhere,
like a sweet perfume.
2 Corinthians 2:14 NLT