I drove to work yesterday morning with the window down and the heater on. It was chilly, but I didn’t want to miss the scent of the honeysuckle along the roadside.
Do our prayers carry a scent to our Lord? Let’ s imagine . . .
Whining smells like spoiled milk.
Bitterness smells like skunk.
Adoration smells like honeysuckle.
May your prayers be sweet.
