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I spent summers at Camp Fire Girl Camp in central Texas not too far from Waco. I remember the smells of an over chlorinated pool, sweaty horses and the leather saddles and bridles they wore, and the drops of alcohol and hydrogen peroxide mix that they put in our ears after our swim time. The smell of a wood fire coupled with damp earth still reminds me of countless overnight campouts where we cooked over the fire and made s’mores with marshmallows on sticks. Sometimes we took the horses and those times are mixed in with the sweet smell of horses, leather, and their grain that we took along to feed them. The smell of gunpowder still reminds me of the rifle classes we took that were taught by the young servicemen from the nearby Army post. And the smell of damp hay reminds me of archery field where the targets were pinned to hay bales.
There’s nothing that smells like a freshly bathed baby. The sweet smell of their just shampooed wisps of hair and the easy giggle that bubbles up from their smiling, relaxed faces. But even the more pungent smell of a soiled diaper brings happy memories of my children and of my granddaughters. Baby smells are full of life even when they are less than pleasant smelling.
And the exhilaration of being young and unstoppable brings the memories of sweaty teenaged boys, greasy hamburgers and fries, cigarettes smoked on the sly, burned rubber from my car’s tires and fogged up car windows at the drive-in. My children don’t want to believe that I’ve experienced all the same feelings that they have. It’s repugnant to them to think of mom and romance! Well, I well remember the smell of excited teens (especially boys) and those smells bring all of those mixed up fun days back to me.
But since I’ve been an adult and a Christian, my memories are tweaked by different smells. Rich earthy smells that come as I walk through the fallen autumn leaves that remind me of the deep love that my Father has for me. That’s the kind of fragrance I want to be to my Lord. I want my aroma to be a sweet reminder of me to Him. I want to live my life so that what I do and say, and how I live are like a balm to His heart. And to my fellow human beings I want to be a pungent incense full of Jesus’ love so that when others see me or are reminded of me they remember Jesus and His love for them. Lord, please help me make my life a fragrant offering of love to You.
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