I have only smelled the fragrance of the Lord twice in my 48 years of knowing Him. Once, when I was on the floor weeping because I had just lost my father, Red Hoover. The Lord’s fragrance filled my home. And yesterday, when I wrote the blog on quitting. I started weeping, and His fragrance filled my home once again. His fragrance is like nothing I can describe… Psalms 141:2 and Solomon 1:3-4
