In the lovely, bursting Springtime, I'd love to park myself under a blossoming crabapple tree, basking in its beauty and absorbing its sweet fragrance. There's nothing quite like it, those Spring trees with their arrays of colors, perfectly shaped petals, fragrances floating freely.
I think God requires more of me, though, than to simply drink in those sweet fragrances He's made. I think He desires that I become so drenched in the fragrance of Christ that wherever I go, that fragrance, His fragrance, goes right with me, moving among anyone who may be near.
Blossom aromas are likened to that of Christ: The fragrances aren't made to be kept, but shared, spread...
"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him." 2 Corinthians 2:14
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