I, until very recently, thought that ‘the sweet smell of wisteria’ was a reference to a sweet nostalgic feeling- understandably because the book series (one of my favorites, The Mitford Series) used it in such context. I like it and will keep it tucked away for my own personal use.

Tonight I had some time to reflect on my life events, as I had recounted recent life events to a dear friend over the tele yesterday so everything is fresh and stirring. I pulled out a bundle of letters and started reading, smiling at some, holding my heart during others, but ‘comforted by the faint and familiar scent of wisteria’ all the same.

I stumbled upon 3 verses and felt myself remember all that God has been revealing over the past 4 months, the dearest to my heart in this moment being Mark 6:31. 

 

Then, because so many people were coming and going
that they did not even have a chance to eat,
He said to them, “Come with me by yourselves
to a quiet place and get some rest.”
                                               

 

Both honorable and vain trappings have engrossed my time and mind. And it is okay, I would survive if I continued coming and going. 

But you know, I whole-heartedly agree with Peter Lorimer that “Friendships, like germaniums, bloom in kitchens”.  

I love the kitchen- Many of my cherished memories have come from this room. It brings people together with purpose. I grew up with parents who cooked together, a sister who made messes with me, and I love my time with friends when we experimented with recipes. The kitchen table frequently had a bouquet from our “Garden” (…or neighbors). 

I’ve just been thinking about those sweet times and am enjoying the times to come, when prayer is a marker of my time during the dishes or stirring. Enjoying the run of the mill day because I know Jesus and can enter into a quiet rest with Him if I chose to. 

He beacons me. 

There is nothing for me but to enter into His presence, if not in a mountain or field of flowers, in the kitchen.

It is a form of love for me, that you care enough to read these words that flow from my heart. Thank you for reading!