This morning I was dashing about once more, I know, I need to slow down, but I am working on it! Anyway as I was finishing off in the ensuite I couldn’t remember if I’d put my deodorant and perfume on. A quick smell of my arm and I realised I had forgotten it, but thankfully caught it before heading out the door.
I thought back to when I was engaged to my wonderful man and we were planning our wedding and building our first house. I hadn’t been one of these girls to dream of my big day, have a clear picture in my head and start getting over the top. Rather each decision I weighed up what could be achieved on the house if we saved on the wedding. There were two things I cared about to get right for the big day though. Flowers and perfume.
I am sentimental so choosing the perfume was the biggest deal for our big day. I was deciding in that moment what fragrance I would smell for the rest of my days. It was not a scent I would simply put on for the day of the wedding. It was a scent I would put on for each anniversary, for each special occasion, days that were tough and days that were incredibly awesome. I wanted to be reminded of just what treasure I had as we shared life and all that entailed. I wanted the smell to evoke memories and that file to grow larger and larger as the years progressed. I wanted our signature smell to be one that we would want for the rest of our lives. Not just a passing fad.
Thankfully I had a man who was patient and understanding, so he went with me to the fragrance counter on a few occasions to smell a variety of scents, to go away and think over it, smell the cards given and go back to deliberate on it some more. After a few trips we made the decision as a couple on which our two scents would be.
Mine was J’adore and his was a Hugo Boss one. Those two fragrances have been consistently in our ensuite for the past thirteen plus years. Each house move they are there, each holiday they are there, on good days and bad days they can be seen or smelt. I still smile as the waft of ‘marriage’ greets me and all that represents.
This time of craziness has got me reflecting though. I put so much thought into the fragrance for our wedding, and it’s a fragrance that has been with us in the thick of life. But do I put much thought into my aroma to the world? Do I put enough effort into my scent for my God? Some days as much as I hate to admit it, not at all.
2 Cor 2:15-17 speaks of our fragrance. It says “Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God. But this fragrance is perceived differently by those who are being saved and by those who are perishing. To those who are perishing, we are a dreadful smell of death and doom. But to those who are being saved, we are a life-giving perfume. And who is adequate for such a task as this? You see, we are not like the many hucksters who preach for personal profit. We preach the Word of God with sincerity and with Christ’s authority, knowing that God is watching us”
So again I ask, got your fragrance? And what would that fragrance be? Are you steeped in a character and faith that is grounded in God that puts off a fragrance of life and something of worth? Do those around you pick up on Jesus Christ who is very much alive in you? Can they see a difference that is appealing? Does that in turn give you open doors to share and in doing so have a solid platform to stand on?
Or is there a stench to your fragrance like mine of late? In this time of being stretched to my limit, I have not been a sweet aroma as consistently as I would hope to be for my God. There are outings that I am not overly proud of myself. There are times I’ve been rude in my delivery. There are times I’ve been a bit short to the person who wasn’t quite doing their task in the manner and time frame I wanted. There have been times I’ve got my priority out of line and that has resulted in selfish and unpleasant behaviour.
It’s time to ask my ever gracious God to help me with what fragrance I am permeating to those around me. How about you?