The Fragrance Of Obedience

 I saw a soul receiving an invitation from God, the invitation was expected, anticipated, and welcome. As the soul accepted the invitation, this brilliance bloomed into existence, changing everything around it, the air itself was uplifted, awakened, gilded. The closest I can describe it was a fragrance, and I heard “This is the fragrance of obedience.” 

Then I saw the soul receive another invitation, this time unexpected, and requiring the soul to pause and overcome confusion, in order to come into step with the Spirit and accept the invitation. And the fragrance that bloomed out of that circumstance was intensified, and greatly satisfying to God. 

Last, I saw the soul receive an invitation that was SO subtle, and required the utmost attention to perceive, and then intense purpose to overcome opposition and even false accusation, but when the soul accepted this last invitation, the pleasing fragrance to the Lord rolled out like an aftershock, too intensely glorious for me to even stand and perceive. I was undone by the Lord’s pleasure in that obedience. 

He exists so completely without us. Yet He longs for us, and impossibly, He is actually affected by us. 

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