Stink Bomb
Going through my morning routine,
I got Dickens, our Yorkie, up for the day.
I held him close to say, "good morning." But not for long! He
smelled like stink. I held him at arms
length, called him a stink bomb to his face and let him outside. Then bath time
for Dickens! After the bath and blow-drying, he ran amuck through the living
room rubbing his face on the carpet. Sometimes he would stop and roll on his
back crazily - all attempts to get rid of the nice smelling shampoo aroma.
Dickens was a stink bomb of his
own making. You see, he has special needs.
He suffered a back injury last May. His hindquarters became paralyzed
along with bodily functions. Through
time and therapy, he regained much of what he lost. He can walk now, but it isn't a normal
walk. He can re-injure his back easily,
so we must be careful with him. He still cannot control his bodily functions
normally. He had soiled himself during the night, resulting in the morning
stink.
"For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are
saved, and in them that perish" 2 Corinthians 2:15.
A sweet smelling savor, he was
not. I know that sometimes I can be a stink bomb of my own making, physically,
of course, but also spiritually. Whether my life stinks or is a sweet smelling
savor - people notice. God doesn't intend for me to be a stink bomb, He expects
my life to be a sweet smelling savor, which makes me more pleasant to be around
and glorifies Him.
© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff
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