Today as I was loading up the washing machine, my son's friend (the one who's currently living with us), followed me into the studio and said, "Jerri, how come every room in your house smells so good?"
I laughed and said I thought he'd just hit us on a few good days.
"No," he replied, "I think your house would smell good just about any old day."
I wasn't sure what to say to that, but inside I was praying that any lovely smell emanating from our home was the aroma of Christ perfuming the air.
As much as I love my smelly tarts (aka: Yankee Candle Wax Popourri Tarts), as much as I love my smelly candles and incense, I much prefer the aroma of Christ.
Please God, if there is any lingering sweetness filling the rooms of our home, I pray it is the aroma of your son, my Lord, Jesus Christ.
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