Friday, October 21, 2005

Scent of Remembering

The smell of dirt...
The smell of cedar...
The smell of cigars...
The smell of cocoa...

They say that smell is the sense most directly tied to memory...
Just today I have been taken with these above named scents...For no apparent reason I have been acutely aware of them, ...each an isolated incident...distinctly and clearly defined...Strange that the memory that has come to me with each different scent is of My Lord.

How is that possible? How can cocoa remind me of Him?

But somewhere inside myself I know its true...
I have played in the dirt with Him by my side, experiencing Freedom as only a child can... inhaled deeply the scent of cedar as I cleaned up wood chips from my grandfather's carpentry and felt Security there......I have rested in my earthly daddy's lap with cigar smoke encircling my head and known Complete Contentment....I have made cocoa for my children on cold winter days and felt such Wholeness....

No wonder I thought of My Lord...all these scents speak to me of Comfort, Peace, and Joy....deep feelings inside...
So of course...they lead me back to Him!

11 comments:

Goody said...

Could it be the aroma of the Lord Jesus Christ, creator of all things fragrant! He is fragrance itself and he is the lovely scent that we inhale when we are together. I love what you wrote!

amberdusk said...

That was a great post Cheryl. I felt all those things as you said them and I could smell the smells and almost feel the sense of love and security. It reminded me to stop and smell the roses and appreciate the things I have been blessed with.

Kim said...

Wow! He comes to us in all our senses. I love this blog, it is sooo comfort, sooo Him. Thanks Cheryl!

Anna Mason said...

wow. this is an awesome post. because i am totally into smell and i love the way you broke it down. thanks for that. totally awesome. i was wondering where you were going to go with the cigar smell---but it totally came full circle.

Herobill said...

Hey Cheryl. Sarah pointed out to me that you put 1776 in your favorites. I didn't know there was a book... have you seen the movie/musical?

The main reason I like the movie so much is the John Adams' character. I really admire the guy who won't sit down and won't stop speaking up about what's wrong, until something is done about it...

Hmmmm. I think you know someone who's a bit like that, don't you? And I kindof like the guy myself... well, most of the time! :)

Tell him hi for me. Oh, and thanks for the post!

Herobill said...

hey, I just saw somewhere today the new book called 1776 by David McCollough... oh.

Gee, my post might not make any sense if you haven't seen the musical then... oh well.

Trust me, it was a compliment. (I'm a BIG fan of the musical.)

Doofus-head out.

Jada's Gigi said...

Hey Bill
thanks for stopping by...I was referring to the David McCollough book 1776 which is really a compilation of battles and strageties...not my usual fodder...but then I love American Revolutionary history and i love music so I would love the musical too even more I'm sure. My daughter has seen it and told me about it. You're right I would like it. And I also like John Adams...maybe for the smae reasons as you...I'm a sucker for the guy that won't stop til something thats right gets done...guess I'm just a bit on the revolutionary side myself...:)

Gina said...

Comfort. The scents are comforting and so is our Dear Father. Maybe that's the correlation?

Sarah said...

HE was there, all those times. He is the scent, the sense of smell, and all your memory.

Emptied and lost and swallowed up....

mama bear said...

I love the thoughts in this blog. I have seen God in a lot of things, but I have never thought of relating him to fragrance. Wow..the fragrance of rain, pine trees, autumn. Autumn has the most wonderful scent of all....and cedar, of course. Thanks for writing a really great blog.

donna said...

As I read this, somehow I knew that I was there with you, playing in the dirt with Him; experiencing Freedom as only a child can. Maybe He was the Child and this memory belongs to Him. And we were just "dwelling in Him", transcending.