The room was filled with a wonderful fragrance. I saw at once the source of the pleasing aroma was a bunch of purple Hyacinths sitting in the middle of the table. They had been placed there by a friend. Hyacinths do not bloom very long, but blossom out early and are intoxicating until their shriveled petals fall. What sweet pleasure they bring though, making it wonderful just to take a breath throughout the entire meal!
It reminds me that life is short. We are all terminal here. Some will die in the twilight of their lives, while others are taken in their prime. I cannot know when my time will come, but I want my life to be a sweet presence until that day.
The Hyacinth (and every other part of the natural world) excels when simply doing what they were created to do. Trees produce leaves and provide shade, but just as obediently shed their brilliant leaves in the Fall of the year and stand bare in Winter's cold.
The Christ walked the earth only 33 yrs. His presence was definitely felt, then He was gone. But His Spirit is with us to this day. It was His passion, His obedience and the fact that He simply did the will of God that made Him so majestic. You can still see His character manifested in true believers today- His essence lingers. When Mary annointed Christ with perfume, it was a very strong, oil-based scent. Perhaps as He hung upon the Cross, the fragrance was still upon Him- a reminder of her unselfish love? How many of us would stoop to wash another's feet with their tears?
We are most beautiful when doing what we were created for. Finding our purpose is truly a challenge. We have so many crazy and lofty ideas of what we may be called to do. Many seeking only their own glory and honor. My goals are becoming far less grandious than they once were. On the most basic level, we humans are created to love and be loved. We are created for worship and are to permeate the lives of others with sweetness and warmth.
God, help me be willing to do whatever You ask- whether it be great or small. Don't let my breath be wasted...
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