Could this truly be what smelling is?
It was fantastic!
For the majority of you, registering the scent of glazed donuts and freshly brewed java wouldn't be that monumental and would come as no big surprise...what should it smell like....turpentine?
Weeks ago, I wouldn't have known the difference. More precisely, I could not smell anything....at all.
My nose has operated like this for as long as I can recall. I have never able to smell any kind of fragrance, good or bad.
Your question might be: "Can you taste things?"
Yes, as my full body documents, my taster functions very well.
The coffee and baked goods were just the beginning. I now have a running list, I lovely refer to as my "Schnoz Journal".
In order of occurrence I have smelled the following:
Suicidal Skunk (twice...ew!!)
and most recently Oscar De La Renta perfume.
The perfume was just this weekend, completely marvelous and no, I don't know what flavor it was...I didn't know to ask!
You no doubt noticed a few on that list that emit a pretty wretched scent, but for me they have all been good.
The fact that I could smell their wretchedness was a gift from God.
With each odor taken in, I smile, laugh, do a happy dance and thank God all at once.
I can smell!
I must confess, lately with every fragrance revelation I have paused to ponder.
What kind of scent do I emit?
I have always tried to compensate for my deficiency by scrubbing things that much deeper, using cleaning and fragrance products others taut as the most pleasant, having no working knowledge of this particular sense I've looked to others for direction and clarity in everything I thought mattered.
But how pleasing do I smell...to God that is?
This is one scent that really should matter most to me.
In reading Philippians 4:18 I wonder , does God find my fragrance sweet, acceptable and well pleasing?
Or is it more often like that of turpentine and suicidal skunk?
I must confess, this newly restored sense has awaken me to a greater understanding of my relationship with God.
My Heavenly Father does not know me through my color, gender or denomination but my heart, soul, motives and most importantly...my obedience.
In reading 1 Samuel 15, we find King Saul totally disobeying God's instruction to completely annihilate the Amalekites and all their live stock. When confronted about usurping Gods authority, Saul justified by stating only the best were spared so they might be used as sacrifices to the Lord.
Samuel then reminded Saul that to heed God instruction, obeying Him in all things is infinitely better than sacrifice I Samuel 15: 22 , (a better smelling I suspect)
Obedience has been something I have struggled with a lot through the years. In retrospect I'm bowled over that the Lord has been so generous and allowed me so many do overs, showing such grace and mercy to this remedial child of His.
I don't want to find myself like King Saul, rationalizing that the things I do and people I help are for Gods good and glory-all the while secreting a stench to the highest parts of heaven.
Oh that He would close His eyes at each thought of me and giggle with delight at the fragrant bouquet of my obedience.