The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Don’t bargain with God. Be direct. Ask for what you need. This isn’t a cat-and-mouse, hide-and-seek game we’re in. If your child asks for bread, do you trick him with sawdust? If he asks for fish, do you scare him with a live snake on his plate? As bad as you are, you wouldn’t think of such a thing. You’re at least decent to your own children. So don’t you think the God who conceived you in love will be even better?
~ Matthew 7:7-11
I couldn’t identify the fragrance. I was sitting at the desk of one of the principal’s secretaries, seeking information for a purchase order. And there it was. I looked up and there was a vase of perfectly arranged daffodils. And suddenly, it was spring. I saw bare feet, crusted bees, soft grass. That smell just transported me through time.
Our church body keeps losing members, former members, to the breeze that transports them home. They are a sweet fragrance on the wind, a pinch of smelling salt in the cold snapping me to attention, an unknown entity whose cribbage skills were known, but not as treasured as the daughter that sits next to me at choir rehearsals and every Sunday morning.
The body of Christ seems to accelerate harvest with the corn, and pick up from there right through the Christmas rush. So often in this body, we vie for top positions, who will sit next to whom, who will be seen as having given the most, been the most important organ in the body…but after smelling those daffodils and feeling the dryness of winter in my skin, I believe that the most precious parts of the body of Christ are those that are exfoliated, drifting with the scents of spring to the Father.
Here’s to the dry skin that flies, and all those lives it represents.
Lord, today help us to be content to be a part of the body. Help me to thrive where you have placed me, and be ready for that flight.
Because of Him,