The glorious day began with the smell of Mainbain frying fresh pork sausage, and dabbling around with a vibrant new smoothie recipe.
The morning was punctuated by the five year old's vibrant need to accessorize his fashionable church duds with a shark tooth necklace. And allowing me to inhale one of life's most glorious scents: freshly shampooed boy-hair.
Church is full of glorious sights and smells:
fluttering flame altar candles, and vibrant prayers you can smell as well as see: Incense.
The glorious comfort of ritual: kneeling for prayer. And the vibrant smell of old books mixed with generous amounts of furniture polish.
Vibrant spiritual food: taste and see (and smell) that He is gloriously good.
Where the glorious, vibrant see-saw intersects the grace I've been given...