In February I was back to my flat in Harrow, north west London with a lot of things on my mind, about to move house, worries at work and concerns over lots of future plans.
I walked past this street and could smell flowers, like roses on a hot but slightly windy day. I look around and I don’t see any. I look around for the second time. I’m walking in bewilderment.
I then walk on. After 3 or 4 houses later I can still smell flowers. It is mid-February and people’s front gardens are not in bloom yet.
Today I’m reading this passage and remembering how the Lord can remind us of his love through experiences that don’t have any tangible reason why.
2 Corinthians 2 : 14 But thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christ’s triumphal procession and uses us to spread the aroma of the knowledge of him everywhere. 15 For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. 16 To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life. And who is equal to such a task?