It rained here last night. Not a lot; just enough to give the early morning air a freshness and fragrance that started me wondering about the fragrance of heaven.
I wondered if it was like the new-mown hay in the Skokomish Valley. Sweet; the purest of intoxications. I want like to know if it's anything like the perfume of evergreen trees newly washed by the rain.
Whatever it is, I hope to be there for as Peter says "Therefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and rest your hope fully upon the grace that is to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; as obedient children, not conforming yourselves to the former lusts, as in your ignorance; but as He who called you is holy, you also be holy in all conduct, because it is written, 'Be holy, for I am holy."
And those who long for the fragrance of the presence of Christ will follow Him by "...laying aside all malice, all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and all evil speaking." [1st Peter 1:13-15 and 2:2].
Our hope, our only hope, is in the promised return of Jesus, the Christ. While it is called, Today, carry with you the perfume of His holiness.