Wow! "What is that smell?" I ask as we arrive
at church for prayer meeting. The doors and windows of the church being swung open wide to let the fresh air in though it
isn't helping much.I find a chair and begin to send up choruses of praise and worship to Jesus with the hindrance of that smell continually assaulting me.I keep thinking about what to do to escape the wrath of it all.
to use kleenex and pray
with it sufficiently folded up over my nose.
I am sure its a sight to those around me but
I never have cared much about appearance to others as much as how I appear to God.
I look over at my pastors wife and notice she is doing the same thing. It is such a funny sight that I have to hide my face behind the kleenex to keep from laughing publicly.
Low and behold,I lean over to my friend and
say,“This would really preach wouldn’t it?
We could entitle it Stench in the Nostrils of God.Or better yet since we are praying we could stop and prophecy against the Dung Gate." Now I am really having to hold my kleenex because peels of laughter keep roaring forth.Being a ministers
wife I am expected to uphold a certain standard especially in the company of the saints.Right now the standard is hovering
The bible says,"laughter doeth good like medicine."
Surely Jesus understands that I
could use the laughter and medicine right now as I have been going through an especially fiery trial of faith.
Isn’t that just like God to take a bad situation
And make something good out of it?
As hours slip into days and days slip into
smell is going to leave the
this too shall pass.
Soon the plumbing will be fixed and I
can get back to some serious praying.