Many years ago when we moved into our new house I noticed that our land was framed with Honeysuckle. There was honeysuckle everywhere! The blossoms are so pretty and the green foliage is pleasing to the eye as well. But what really captured my attention was the aroma of the blooms, nothing smells like Honeysuckle.
That beautiful aroma of sweetness always stops me in my tracks and remind me that this beautiful creation still outlines our land. It instantly take me back to when the kids were younger and playing with our dogs in the yard. There is never a time that I smell Honeysuckle that my nose does not take me to a time of comfort and sweetness in my life.
In comparison many years ago when receiving the gift of salvation I also received the gift of the Holy Spirit. That part of the trinity that is precious to believers and to me the GPS for my soul and Christian walk.
Just like the Honeysuckle that trims our property; He fills my heart with a sweet smelling savour, a gentle reminder of his love and comfort. That no matter what comes into my life He will be there. Nothing will be as precious as His presence in my life. Knowing he is there during the trials, the struggles, and yes even on those mountain tops. He is my friend and He is my sweet smelling savour.
Even on days of struggle He always reminds me He is there. His spirit takes me back to a place in time where he was there with his comfort and peace. Reminding me; just like the Honeysuckle coming back ever year, that he will always be there with me, comforting me along this journey.
And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.” KJV