I set out for my Friday morning run. Since I was running alone today I thought I'd just stay around my neighborhood. We have a 3.4 mile loop that weaves through our "unsidewalked" streets.
As the sound of the screen door hit my ears the scent of fresh baked cookies hit my nose. (That is a really wonderful smell.) In fact for the whole time I was running I was more acutely aware of the smells and fragrances in the neighborhood. The vital goodness of espresso wafting from the coffee hut on the corner, fresh cut lumber at a house being built on North Park, the fresh scent of Downy coming from a laundry vent, a wood burning stove, even a bonfire at the River Road park. Nice.
Then there is always the "wonderful" scent of car exhaust. Not a most excellent thing when you're gasping for air. In fact... it stinks. That's what got me thinking. What stinks in my life? attitudes? actions? or perceptions? Certainly too much to blog on today.
Next I smelled the fresh baked cookie thing. (Is there some sort of community bake sale going on today?) It was all over the neighborhood.
My next thought was about the story in John 12 and the woman who broke the jar of perfume and annointed Jesus. The phrase that leaps out from the passage is "The house was filled with the fragrance." This woman had many things in her history that qualified for the descriptive "stinky", but here her actions resulted in a pleasing fragrance.
So, here's the question: What's the fragrance of my heart? When people are roaming around the neighborhood of my life are my actions, attitudes and perceptions like the smell of fresh baked cookies or lung stopping car exhaust?
Just my thoughts while I was running today. Remember, when you run the O2 level gets a little decreased, so I can't be responsible for everything I think!
more later,
VAN
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