A sweet little sister brought me in a beautiful flower the other day. A creamy, pale yellow wonder, with ruffly petals all clustered together. One of my favourites we have growing in our yard because of the color and the design. It reminds me of days gone by. A bit of Victorian nostalgia held in my hand.
But that day I was in for a special treat. I rubbed the petals against my cheek, and quickly buried my nose into it’s creamy depths. It smelled! A musky, sweet, Victorian-era smell. A scent that reminds one of spring days, bright sunshine, and children playing on a grassy hill with the carefree days of childhood. Why was that so special? Because I had never smelled that flower before. Because of allergies I have a terrible — and I mean terrible — sense of smell. Which is good and bad. I can’t smell bad smells — but I can’t smell good smells either. When I can smell the scent can be intoxicating. Fresh brewed coffee. The deep chocolate aroma of fresh baked brownies. The sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies. The yeasty, country-farmhouse smell of fresh baked bread. The mouthwatering aroma of dinner cooking.As I was in ecstasy over the scent of the simple flower that smelled so very sweet, I began to notice odd looks coming from some of my family that I was insisting should smell the flower. And I realized — always having smelled the flowers scent every spring, they couldn’t fully realize the scent to it’s very depths. They couldn’t smell the bumblebees pollinating, the sunshine, the spring breezes captured in the scent,because their sense of smell hasn’t been sharpened by the loss of it on most days. As I was pondering this I realized life is a lot like this. You could never fully appreciate the joys of life if you didn’t have sorrow and loss. A strange relationship, isn’t it? A strange dance of opposites. A strange game of give and take. Bad times and good times inexplicably woven together to create this thing we call life, and cause us to enjoy it to the fullest.You could never be thankful for the sunshine without the rain.
Never be thankful for a clear sky without a cloudy one.
Never appreciate the frailness of human life unless it was taken away.
Never have joy over a sweet relationship if you had never experienced the pain of a broken one.
Never fully appreciate the comfort of a friend unless you had felt alone.Life is full of wondrous dichotomies, isn’t it? You would never experience God’s strength unless you first felt weak. Never love His wisdom unless you were made to feel ignorant. Appreciate His power unless you first felt powerless. Experience Him carrying you unless you were too weak to stand on your own.And you could never work yourself up into an ecstasy of joy at the scent of a beautiful, simple flower, unless you couldn’t smell the majority of the time =)Isn’t our God good to give us such joys and pleasures?
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.