Every now
and then, God gives me a glimpse into what real love should look like. This week, thanks to my sweetheart, I had
just such a revelation. For me, vacation
means going somewhere, anywhere, that is not home. I don’t want to feel like I’m sitting home on
vacation. However, I never realized
that, until recently, my hubby would be perfectly happy sitting at home on his
vacation. Yet, for the last few years,
we have gone somewhere for vacation. My
darling husband does this not because he loves it, but because he knows I love
it. In short, the only reason that he
goes on vacation is because it makes me happy.
He puts his wants aside for me and what I want. What a beautiful picture of the kind of love
we all should have for each other; not just as husband and wife but for
everyone. We are to “consider others
better than ourselves”; to put their needs above our own. We deny ourselves something because we know
someone else has a need. How different
relationships and our world would be if we put this into action. It would turn this world upside down or maybe
right side up.
To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life. 2Corinthians 2:16 Last break! The shift was almost over. Then the unthinkable happened, this man appeared out of nowhere wanting to know where the flashlights were kept. As we were on our way to the flashlights, I noticed that this man had a very strong odor. I thought perhaps I could get in front of him so that the smell would not be as strong. That, however, was not to be either since; he insisted on keeping pace and walking right beside me. By the time we got to where the flashlights were; I was practically running just to keep ahead of him. I showed him the flashlights and made a hasty exit. If you’re like me, you shower and even put on perfume or cologne so that you will not stink. We are concerned that the smell coming from our body is not offensive to others. As I write this, I wonder if we are as concerned with our spiritual aroma as ...
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