Join us each day through December 25 for my journey to the manager–from a child who believed Christmas was taboo to a woman who longs to worship at Christmas. These devotional thoughts are excerpted from Soul Scents: Flourish, which releases soon. If you’re chiming in late, you can see the whole series here. Just scroll down to December 1 in this category.
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. For we are a fragrance of Christ. ~ 2 Corinthians 2: 14–15 NASB
I didn’t know Christmas had this fragrance. I breathe deeply, filling my nostrils with the clean, fresh scent of the evergreen tree. The aroma is like God’s favor washing over me. In it I smell His faithfulness. His kindness. His attention to detail.
I pause, away from the busyness, away from the bustle and noise. Seeking. Seeking Him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Thank you for what you have done and will do in my husband and in all of us. For being the One who fights for me, my family, and our hearts.”
He whispers, “I Am the First Gift Giver. I Am the ultimate Gift Giver.”
The day outside is a wintry gray, but my tree twinkles, full of light. The dimness outside the picture window only makes the lights prettier. I climb into the recliner gifted to us when Bernice passed away, the recliner that replaces the big blue one where I rocked my children and sought my Savior year after year. Pulling my special blanket around me I snuggle in, staring at the twinkle lights, inhaling the scent of Christmas.
“My Father is the Gardener.”
I grab my journal and listen, ink flowing across the page, recording the sweet Jesus whispers.
“My Father does great works of beauty in the human soul. I treasure the garden of the hearts of My people. When You let My Spirit cultivate a dwelling place for Me, you prepare a fragrant offering.”
I breathe deeply again, inhaling the aroma of this gift, this tree.
I watch the snow fall and think about Jesus.
How does He smell? Does Jesus have a manly, clean scent like that of my tree? Spicy like the cinnamon of my holiday baking? Or maybe his scent is hearty and tantalizing like homemade bread.
I may not know His exact smell, but I believe all these lovely aromas, like of all of creation, point to Him.
He is nourishing like bread.
Fun and a bit feisty like cinnamon.
Strong and clean like the fragrance of my Christmas tree.
This gift of God, given through the willing hands of the man who loves me, is forever a reminder of the God who keeps His promises, the God who is forever green, strong and vibrant through storms, always producing something new in this world.
In my family.
And through all of us.
This Gift-giver is the God who gave His very self so we could be intimate friends with Him.
Friends close enough to catch a whiff of His fragrance.
My mind wanders to the Song of Songs, a love story I’ve taken for my own. I am the beloved of the Bridegroom.
We who love Jesus are His treasured bride.
His voice leaps from the pages of my Bible:
“I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover!
breathed the sweet fragrance.
I ate the fruit and honey,
I drank the nectar and wine.
Celebrate with me, friends!
Raise your glasses—‘To life! To love!’”
(Song of Solomon 5:1, MSG).
Precious Jesus, You are altogether lovely. You smell good. You are good. The garden of my heart is yours. Breathe in the fragrance of my love, the garden love You planted to be a sweet aroma to Yourself. How I love You! I celebrate You—Your entrance to this world as a baby, your offering upon the cross, your dwelling within me. But most of all I celebrate our friendship. Our love. Help me inhale Your clean, fresh fragrance every day. As we hang out together, make me so much like You that as I pass others a whiff of Your clean fragrance trails after me.
Still talking trees and Jesus tomorrow . . .