I can almost smell them even now. Their scent that day was intoxicating, and if you’ve ever experienced the perfume of a hyacinth, you know exactly what I mean.
Funny how some scents linger in the memory…
A loved one’s cologne.
A baby fresh from the bath.
Wood smoke on the first crisp night of fall.
And although the physical sense doesn’t actually smell their aroma…
the heart remembers.
It’s the same with God’s love and calling and purpose. For even when we’re struggling in His hand or trying to flee from His presence, there really is no escape.
Thank God.
Because as He holds us tight against His chest, wrapped in the scent of His hope and peace and joy, the heart remembers…
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