A Pleasing Fragrance
Photo by Dyu - Ha on Unsplash I'm still pondering what to do with my time in November, and I think I've settled down on a plan. Plans.... We all have them, don't we? We think that things are going to go one way, but then they don't. There are divine appointments and then there are divine disappointments? No, not that way - more like when the GPS tells you that it's re-calculating your route. My recent posts have certainly been on that sort of track, but I'm going to veer off a little today to talk about something quite different.... I think, at least. At some point this evening, I looked down at my hand's nearly healed wound inflicted by an oversized bamboo skewer designed for toasting a marshmallow. An hour from any cell phone reception I pulled out the first aid kit and tended to it. Within hours the bandage feel off and the wound had stopped bleeding. The mark is along my outer palm, but it reminded me of a vision I had during worship two summers ago. I...