By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

It feels good to smell good.
After a five day bout battling cold/flu symptoms and enough Vicks Vapor Rub to raise the dead, I woke feeling rested, refreshed, and recharged.
I hopped into the shower and allowed myself the luxury of excess water, extra heat, and extra time.
The rejuvenating effects of a lengthy shower cannot be underscored after a sickness.
Mmmm ...
The greasy, filmy traces of Vicks left my body while the effects of Irish Spring kicked in.
How delicious the savoring of cleansing moments; the residual effects of scent-tantalizing clean.
To feel these effects in the body is wondrous,
 but to feel these effects in the spirit is nothing short of miraculous.
The experience of deep soul cleansing is hard to put into words and this has been made mine also. I try to find the right words and I think it must be like ...
 the fragrance and feel of Jesus' feet, the spikenard oil, and Mary's hair mingled all together and creating an intoxicating supernatural blend.
"Then Mary took about a pound of very costly oil of spikenard, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the oil."
John 12:3
I love this idea of the whole house being scented by Mary's love for Jesus.
It's the scent of a beautifully impassioned individual identifying with the lover of her soul who loves her more than all, and finds Himself being lavished and ravished in return by her love.
It's the palpable perfect "scent" of love.
 Mary speaks my language ...
and wears my scent.
Together, we walk into the lives of others smelling and acting differently.
 We hear the little whispers of inappropriate "love letting" being passed around,
and see little side-glances of questionability in our creative "love giving," and we just go on doing it anyway, and Jesus loves it.
Jesus loves me this is so,
smell me and I think you'll know ...
the scent of loving Jesus.