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Topic: Smell (the sense of smell) (07/29/10)
TITLE: Better Than Chocolate
By Phee Paradise
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“I smell choclit. I love choclit.”
From there it’s a tiny step to “Want some.”
I have to admit I sometimes exercise my grandmother’s prerogative and give in, but not often. I care about the health of that little body as well as the joy in those eyes.
“Wouldn’t you like an orange instead? See, it’s so juicy. Smell it.”
“No, I don’t, I don’t.”
I offer strawberries, watermelon, peaches, asking her to smell each one. I know she loves them. But chocolate has filled her nose and there’s no room for the rest of God’s bounty.
I understand her passion. Chocolate represents so much in my life. It offers bliss, comfort, satisfaction and . . . indulgence. I love fruit, but it can’t compete with chocolate for me either. I know I should eat fruit more often and save the chocolate for a treat. I would be healthier and happier.
It’s the same in my walk with the Lord. I look for happiness and comfort in relationships, work, books and . . . food. I know I should let the aroma of the Holy Spirit fill my nostrils instead of giving in to unhealthy self-indulgence. When I breathe in His fruit, what delight will fill my life?
Love is a red rose. I hold it to my nose and inhale deeply, then offer it to one who needs it more.
Joy is a spectacular thunderstorm. I stand on my porch before a curtain of rain and draw in the tang of wet earth while I praise the Creator.
Peace is a newly mowed lawn. I lay on my stomach and breathe it in, then sit up and pat the ground beside me, offering a place to a troubled friend.
Patience is a turkey in the oven. I sit with my Bible in my lap and take in the growing aroma while I read God’s promises.
Kindness is a fresh loaf of banana bread. I relish the fragrance while I wrap it up to take to a new neighbor.
Goodness is a white sheet hanging on the clothesline. I inhale its sunny smell before I make the bed for my child’s wholesome rest.
Faithfulness is a restless ocean. I hold my husband’s hand while we whiff the salty air and watch the tide go out.
Gentleness is a baby after his bath. I sniff my grandson’s fuzzy head while I rock him so his tired mother can sleep.
Self-control is a mop dipped in pine cleaner. I cherish the pungent memory of my mother’s loving care while I wash the kitchen floor for my family.
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