When the front garden bed under our window was made over with white flowering plants my nasturtiums were banished. The bed looks lovely but I missed those bright orange blooms which had been with me for years. As the nasturtiums popped up and were plucked from the ground I had an idea. There was a strip of land along the back deck just over thirty centimetres wide which had been filled with volcanic rock to keep it tidy. I would drop the seedlings between the cracks and see if any of them survived.
Some of the little gangly plants managed to stay alive and to my surprise recently they started to flower. I walked outside the other day and smelled the sun on them and it took me back many years. Most people would say that the fragrance is not even pleasant but it doesn’t matter to me. I was an eight year old again, back in East Peckham, wandering down the lane leading to the dairy and the stable where the milkman kept his horse. The hot sun was once more sending up that special fragrance of the plants which were growing in the cracks along the path of my childhood..
Some people have personalities which are like a special perfume. They come into your life and bring a fragrance with them and when they leave it lingers. You can’t help looking forward to meeting them again. Doug and I have met folk who have breezed into our lives for a short time, maybe a minute, an hour or a little longer and as they have taken their leave one of us has remarked, “Now that was a breath of fresh air!”
Paul, in writing from Rome to the Christians in Philippi thanks them for their gifts and describes them as, “A fragrant aroma, an acceptable sacrifice, well pleasing to God.” Phil 4:18. The Bible talks elsewhere about offerings to God being fragrant aromas, and our lives being the fragrant aroma of Christ. Now that’s a challenge to live out!