Today is the third day of my five day exploration of the senses. Today’s sense is smell.
Some smells can make us gag, like my brother’s socks after he’s played tennis on a hot summer day. Some smells can warn us of danger, like a gas leak in the barbeque. But the most precious smells are those aromas that evoke poignant memories.
When I catch the fragrance of a rose I think of the day my husband proposed to me. I think of the love in his eyes every time he looks at me. I think of his devotion. I think of his faithfulness. I am warmed by these memories and our marriage is strengthened. Because of a smell.
Whenever I smell a chocolate cake cooking in the oven I’m taken back to my childhood when my mum used to bake. I treasure those memories. They fill me with thoughts of love and safety. This is not to say my childhood was a picture postcard one. Perhaps from the outside it might have seemed so, but without going into it, I can assure you it was not. But when I catch the waft of chocolaty goodness, I’m not transported to the ick in my past. Ick has no place with chocolate (unless you mix it with lycees or coffee, but that’s a whole other story). Instead I’m taken to the good places, the happy places, the places that warm my heart.
Philippians 4:8 says think of all that is good. God has given us a way to help us to do just that through the gift of smell.