Everybody has days where they feel a little off. Under the weather. Not quite right.
Often it’s a bug of some sort–not the crawly kind, but the kind that gets in your gut and makes you feel nauseated. This is a great time of year for that. Rain, spiked temperatures, a petri dish for 24-hour issues.
That isn’t my problem.
I love my car. Beastie has been a faithful little vehicle. She gets great gas mileage and gets me from point A to point B efficiently. And I never worry about dings because she looks like dirt.
This past weekend I was bringing a meal to some friends of mine to help out the dad and kids while mom was out of town. I drove as carefully as I could, but it’s never careful enough.
Even though it was tightly wrapped in foil, food slopped over the sides onto the carpet in the front seat.
I’ve done this before. I was prepared. I had wipes to sop up the slop.
To finish my fiasco well, I heavily sprayed the carpet with Febreeze. Then did it a second time for good measure.
It was grand. For the moment.
The next day, driving to work, I noticed a peculiar smell. Nothing fresh and Febreezey about this. It reminded me more of a compost pile. Or land fill.
As I was preparing to head home, the car, having sat in the sun all day, temperatures in the 90’s, humidity high, developed an odor far more intense than when I’d first arrived.
Cooking a bad smell doesn’t make it aromatic.
It now smelled like a college dorm bathroom after a weekend of binge drinking.
I thought I was going to puke.
I drove home with the windows rolled down and the air conditioning going full blast.
This is why Mom said never put on perfume to cover up the smell of sweat. You just make it worse.
Smells have a way of making themselves known. They can masquerade for a brief time, but the truly odious ones rise to be noticed.
People can be like different smells. Our presence, the way we act, the way we treat others, can cause some to wrinkle their noses in disgust, or smile with a satisfying sigh.
The Bible says those who know Jesus have a sweet fragrance reflecting Him.
“Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God. But this fragrance is perceived differently by those who are being saved and by those who are perishing. To those who are perishing, we are a dreadful smell of death and doom. But to those who are being saved, we are a life-giving perfume.” 2 Corinthians 2:15-16
There are reasons we call people stinkers. They act like a bad odor. Nobody wants to be around them.
With Jesus living in me, I have what it takes to be a refreshing aroma to those around me. Not because I’m all that. Because He makes me new and fresh. In Him.
Like a rejuvenating shower that’s alive with the power to really get the dirt out .