When I got Covid-19 I didn’t realize my loss of smell so much as when I recovered it. One day, a few months after I was sick with blood clots moving up and down my legs, I could smell stuff again.
I never had a good sense of smell anyway. I smell peonies and roses, skunk and garbage, garlic (sometimes) and other herbs. When I was a kid I liked the smell of creosote and oil at my family’s “shop,” where staves were made for silos. I just wasn’t gifted with a good sense of smell. Maybe I damaged my sniffer with sniffing gas…:)
Today I am sniffing the spring air, and I do smell the white lilacs that are in my parents’ yard. I get delicious whiffs of other blooms too. Spring is heady with scent.
In my old age I appreciate the five senses all the more. It seems that I aged 4 decades since Brian died —I felt 40’s, but now I’m feeling my 80’s.
As a kid interested in Bible prophecy I never dreamed I’d reach the age of 40. Now, twenty years later, I am starting to think about age and all of its curses.
I know there are blessings, and the Lord determines our days, but I have the curse on my mind today.
Perhaps it is seeing my 95 year old dad decline.
Aging is normal in this sin-dominated world. I think most of us forget that the ill effects of age were never intended when God created the world. Alas, it is a reality for us, now, and since the death of my husband I am only reminded of it on a daily basis.
My hearing is worse, my eyesight is not what it was. I like spicy food nowadays. We’ve already discussed smell. I can still touch and feel, but it seems that even that sense is lacking.
Do you long for Christ’s Kingdom and our new millennial bodies? I do. I have.
I just didn’t think we’d still be here. I thought we’d be long gone to be with Jesus in 2020. Now it’s 2022 and we are still longing.
Life is so precious. Each life is such a gift from the Lord, and it is a huge blessing to be gifted long life. My dad is one of those blessed.
He must have honored his parents. (He did, I can attest.)
Long life, being a blessing, is something I need to come to grips with. I’ve wanted to go and be with Jesus my whole life. I never dreamed my husband would go before me. I think he valued life here on earth more than I did. God’s ways are not our ways.
I was being taught to value life when Ed was diagnosed with leukemia. I was convicted in my heart that I hadn’t given proper value to the gift of life, the gift of the earth, the gift of the genetic code and generations.
Yes, we are fading, but what a glorious creation each of us is! There is a universe of cell activity in each of us, all 7 billion of us.
How long, Oh Lord? How long?
End the suffering, Father, and come and get us. End the decay of all flesh, the sin, the hardship! The death and pain, sickness and grief.
We are waiting.
We are trying to be patient.
MARANATHA!