By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I stopped by the spring flower display at the local grocery store and breathed deeply. Such perfume! How could I resist?
Living bulbs would bloom year after year in my yard, right? But for the next several days, I could enjoy them on my dining table.
The following morning when I sat down with my coffee and Bible, a most delicious fragrance greeted me. At first, I thought it came from the jonquils, tiny daffodil-like blooms, but the yellow-and-orange flowers had hardly any scent at all.
So what was emitting that luscious perfume?
I leaned toward the hyacinth, not fully opened, and found the breath-taking source.
For several days after, I caught the flower’s perfume each time I walked by the dining table—and I delighted in it.
Scripture tells me prayer is like incense before the Lord. Is that how it is when I sit down with God? Does He delight in the fragrance of my praise?
What do my prayers smell like? Am I always complaining, whining, grumbling? I know I’m invited to bring my needs and requests, my hurts and my pains. But do I bring my worship as well?
How often do I lift up the sweet scent of thanksgiving?
As spring blooms in my yard this year, may worship bloom from my heart and rise before the Flower-Creator like a sweet perfume.