Today I had a treat. Today I got to spend some much needed hours with my mother. We did some errands together......went to lunch and talked forever...... then wrapped up our time at the farmers market. She bought watermelon, cantaloupes, zucchini, donuts......I was the bag holder. Haha. I told her when we got to the market that this one corner of the market smells like my nana and pop pops house used to when I was a kid. Nana ans pop pop were my dads parent whom we spent countless days with every week. Their house was my second home. Anyway....I wanted my mom to smell this area too....so we headed there. This spot of my "smell memory" is from years ago when I was with my husband.
Years ago when my husband delivered ice, I would be his helper in the summer months. We had such great times in that truck together. We would laugh, talk, pick on each other and work all at the same time. I could tell much more stories of those days, but this particular day he and I went to the same market I was at today. No one was there as they are only open Friday's. So when we went to fill that ice box, I could smell the same fragrance of my grandparents home. I can't even describe the scent, but it's just one of those you know triggers a memory or two. A comforting smell of a time in childhood when I was innocent and carefree. A time when I knew I was loved by grandparents in the safety of their home. A time of just being a kid and not having responsibility. Funny how scents can bring all that back. I'm not sure how it all works, but it's an amazing thing.
However.....back to today....the market was full of people and different stands that the "area" I was looking forward to going back in time, didn't smell like that. I bet I looked weird standing there sniffing real big and moving around trying to smell it one more time, but no use. Not today. I didn't mention my disappointment to my mom as we held bags and bags of heavy produce......we just moved on. She would have understood, but I felt it not necessary. So we moved on and carried our bags through the market. Maybe next time I will smell it....or maybe the time I did smell my past is the only time it will happen.....as that is how God sees fit. To smell that all those years ago in the ice delivery truck days. I don't know.
What I do know, is I don't need a certain smell to remember things. What I do need is a faith that endures and a passion to know that what I do remember in this life is all part of the plan. Gods plan. His perfect plan for me to bring him glory and honor......wow. Think about that one.....I'm far, far from perfect, but His plan for my earthly life is perfect for his glory! All for his glory. We all have this reasoning. We all can be appreciative of our Fathers plan for this life. The only reason things happen to us in this life at all, is for His glory......period.
I appreciate my mom so much and I know I don't tell her enough. Spending the day with her was much needed and amazing all at the same time. God is good. :)
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