Honeysuckle

Sometimes beautiful bushes grow ‘like weeds’ too. It is so exhilarating to see that happening.

Around here, it’s the honeysuckle. The fragrance, wafting my way on a warm breeze about 8 am as I walked Dusty down the drive, is intoxicating. We bought a honeysuckle bush years ago and it is growing profusely over the ‘shed’ which housed the well pump in days gone by. Don took cuttings and put one down the driveway, and one at the end of the driveway, and both now stretch lazily along the stone fences for yards and yards. 

We should perhaps call the house ‘Honeysuckle Haven’.

Then, waiting for Dusty to catch up with me along the pathway, I noticed a honeysuckle of different colours crawling its way up a tree on the edge of the woods. And again, returning along the road, there it was again, blooming exuberantly right beside ‘our’ wild redcurrant bush (which we pick every year and I make jelly from). 

My neighbour hasn’t got a sense of smell. Neither does another friend of mine. How much they miss out on, being unable to smell the heavenly aroma of the honeysuckle.

Paul wrote to the church in Corinth, encouraging them to spread the ‘aroma of the knowledge of Christ everywhere’. ‘For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ...’

May we live lives which exude the pleasing aroma of Christ to God the Father, and bring a smile to His face.