A restful nap may not be everyone’s forte’ but a skipped shower begs for a cover up of some kind.
After breakfast in Sedona, a highway sign advertised Farmer’s Market. My husband, Tom, wanted to go. He met a vendor earlier in the week that graced The Pantry, an outreach to the homeless, where he volunteers. He tasted a free sample from a tray of Baklava she carried in for the staff to enjoy. When Tom thanked her for her mouth watering sweet treat, she told him she’s in business to keep her house mortgage afloat. She hoped to lure buyers to the upscale Sedona Farmer’s Market where she sells her secret recipe.
The Taste of Baklava will lead a man anywhere.
I wanted to walk around the market too that Sunday morning but felt sick with an allergic reaction from breakfast food. I agreed nonetheless. Homemade cinnamon walnut bread smelled delicious in one booth, and we viewed colorful artwork in another. We found the Baklava lady and purchased a few pieces. Tom talked on and on. I lost interest in Baklava and wandered off. I’m not a fan of Native American art and sculpture but waved and smiled to the vendors along the way. Then I saw her. Nancy the Goat Lady reeled me in with about ten varieties of hand creams from Hawaiian, coconut mixtures to Lavender and several flowery scents. I chose a scent unfamiliar to me and lathered it deep into my hands.
Have you heard of Patchouli?
I walked back to the parking lot with silky scented hands. My waiting husband patiently leaned on the car but overreacted when he opened my door.
“What’s that awful smell? Can you wash it off?”
On the drive home, I learned that Patchouli reminded him of the sixty’s. He educated me about pot smoking hippies. They chose Patchouli as a way to cover up their smoking habits and lack of bathing.
Who knew? Not me. I never hung with that crowd. Too bad I didn’t choose Hawaiian Mist.
The strong smell in the car coupled with my allergic reaction overwhelmed me; I couldn't wait to get home. I knew that when I overcame the pounding headache and nausea, my story would be funny one day.
I close with this lesson: It’s not a good idea to cover up anything whether body odor, bad habits or secret sin. It not only wounds one’s soul, but also those they pal around with!
God’s word is alive and working and is sharper than a double-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and the spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and feelings in our hearts. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before Him, and to Him we must explain the way we have lived. Hebrews 4:12-13