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My neighbor Cheryl is such a classy woman.
She carries herself with poise and grace.
She also wears an intoxicating perfume.
I always knew when she had been in the hallway because her perfume lingered for hours. One day I asked her the name of her perfume, and she said, “It is Chanel.” I thought to myself, I need to get some Chanel too. But then I thought, Why do I want to smell like someone else? I prayed and asked God to show me what my signature scent should be.
As I faded off to sleep, I heard a voice say, “Thierry.” The next morning I saw a perfume advertisement on my YouTube feed. The perfume’s name was “Angel.” And the designer of the perfume? Thierry Mugler. The previous anecdote might seem random, but it was a timely reminder for me. You see, for some time, I had been very anxious about writing the first chapter of my dissertation. It felt overwhelming because I needed more resources for my problem statement. But where to find them? Then I came across an article written by a man named Thierry, and it gave me the additional information I needed to write the first chapter.
Just like that! God answered two prayers in one swoop. I also discovered that Angel perfume was made with patchouli flowers. These blossoms are a beautiful lavender color—my favorite color. We so often forget that our God cares about the little things in our lives. More importantly, God cares about our fragrance. What perfume are we leaving behind everywhere we go? Do we leave behind the scent of excellence or carelessness? Do we smell like positivity or negativity? Faithfulness or murmuring? Do we leave behind the scent of inspiration and hope? My friends, remember that “we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing” (2 Corinthians 2:15, NASB).
We want not only to be like Christ but also to be the fragrance of Christ in the world. Let us be intentional about spending time in His presence.
Let us linger long with Him until His fragrance permeates our lives and sweetens the atmosphere around us wherever we go.
Raschelle McLean