you stink. (in spirit and in truth) August 21, 2009 at 9:48am
ive heard it said that when crushed a rose releases its truest scent.
i just drove by a skunk.
crushed.
and came to divine revelation.
the truth is
EVERYTHING
when crushed
releases its truest scent.
when pressed by the pages of lifes large stories
we are either sweet or bitter, bile or better to those who draw near.
even God must endure or enjoy what wafts as our prayers,
infused with our fragrance; lift to Him.
What We Are Inside
Who We Are Inside
oozes
stains.
as i rolled up my windows i drove away thinking,
of how i am being crushed at the moment
and i wondered if God is holding His nose?
