I’ve been wondering more about who You are—
the purity, the rawness of Your being,
my Creator, the One who loves me completely,
without conditions, without expectations.
Each day I find myself longing for more of You,
yearning to dwell in that sacred, intimate place.
I wonder—what does Your fragrance hold?
Is it one essence, or a symphony of all things?
Does it breathe like the warm, salty air
where the ocean kisses the horizon?
Or shimmer like the brilliant light of sunset?
Perhaps it carries the comfort of friendship,
like a steaming cup of coffee shared in quiet grace,
or the tender freshness of a seed breaking free,
bursting upward with life and promise.
Maybe it is the hush of a summer morning,
where dragonflies dance in golden light,
or the deep, resinous breath of pine forests.
Do You smell like the promise after spring rain,
or the open meadow untouched by trees,
where wildflowers bloom in secret harmony?
Perhaps You hold the hum of a summer day,
where bees wander from blossom to blossom,
or the smoky warmth of a campfire
beneath a starlit summer night.
Maybe You are the gentle embrace of a child,
or the artistry of all these scents combined—
a fragrance poured out like love itself,
woven from eternity, grace, and wonder.
Tell me my Lord—what does Your fragrance truly smell like?
Song of Songs 1:3 TPT
Your presence releases a fragrance so pleasing over and over poured out. For your lovely name is “Flowing Oil.” No wonder the brides-to-be adore you.
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