My favorite time of year is almost here!  Fall! Now, I realize I’m rushing it a bit because it’s not officially here, but in my defense, all of the pumpkin pushers rushed it first.  I resent the fact that I’m already seeing pumpkin EVERYTHING. Is there anything that remains unscathed by this plump orange gourd’s influence?

Can you tell I’m not a pumpkin fan? I realize I was subtle about my dislike.

One of my favorite things about Fall are the smells.  You may think I mean the smells like bonfires, crisp air, and the fragrance of s’mores wafting into the night…but nope!  I mean Fall candles! Great smells like cinnamon, apple, maple, coffee, and cranberry. I’ll even tolerate pumpkin when it’s a smell instead of a taste.

Smells are intriguing. Some smells are directly tied to memories. My great grandfather smoked cigars, and I never smell a cigar without thinking of him and the way the scent always lingered on his sweater.  Sometimes scents even evoke bad memories … like I cannot stand the smell of Spaghetti-O’s because I dumped a whole bowl of them down the front of me in fourth grade and had to embarrassingly go through the rest of the day with an awful orange stain and the pungent smell of Spaghetti-O’s mercilessly attacking my olfactory senses.

It’s always interesting to me the details that God created in us.  Smell is one of those details. Most days we probably take it for granted … unless there’s something rotten in the garbage.

I’ve recently revisited Ephesians 5:1-2, which was our theme verse this year as we are seeking to imitate Jesus.  This time reading through, I just couldn’t shake the phrase at the end:

Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.

As we imitate God and walk in love (following Christ’s example of love in that He gave Himself for us) God breathes deeply and calls it a sweet-smelling aroma.  “Walking” in love implies action, and an “offering” and “sacrifice” implies that it costs us something.

You took a meal to your sick neighbor.  Ah, a sweet-smelling aroma.

You watched someone else’s children to be a blessing to them.  Yes, that’s a pleasant scent.

You sat with a lady who comes to church by herself.  Breathe it in!  It smells delicious!

You prayed with a friend who is hurting …
You gave your time …
You listened to someone’s heartache without an agenda of inserting your own struggles …
You held a baby so a mom could have a break …
You gave a much needed hug, even when you couldn’t tell that it did so much good …
You adopted a child who never knew what love was until now …
You forgave …
You rejoiced or mourned with another …
You told the truth in love …
You sent a note of encouragement …
                                                    … Ah, a sweet-smelling aroma.

Have any of our scents of love wafted up to God this week?  I imagine that if love is a sweet-smelling aroma, hate/strife/contention may be a putrefying garbage odor to Him.

What fragrance are we presenting to Almighty God?

Love, April

April Cline

Author April Cline

April Cline, may not have a magic wand, but she often finds that her personality magically changes with coffee. If given a few wishes in her fairy tale life, she would request woodland creatures that are handy with housework and a really long nap until her prince arrives (hopefully with a coffee in hand). April's wit and skills on the piano are just a few delights she brings to the family of Christ the Word church. Her tender heart is a testimony of God's grace at work in her.

More posts by April Cline