Monday, June 12, 2017

HAS THE WORLD GONE CRAZY?

by Marion Ueckermann

My husband and I have just returned from a six-week vacation in Europe and Britain. Despite being far away from South Africa with its increasing political issues, it was hard—even amidst the beautiful colorful countryside, majestic old castles and stately homes, and fresh scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream—to switch off at times from the negative issues from home as we chatted with fellow South Africans and family living abroad about our declining country with its myriad of problems.





The day before we left the UK, the tragic Manchester bombing shattered people’s lives. We’d bypassed this city merely 24 hours before, unaware of the tragedy that would happen the following night. As we explored the streets of Rome later that same week, we saw the effects of the increasing terror threats in Europe in the very visible military presence at all tourist attractions.


Soaking in the tranquil beauty of Tuscany, it was easy to forget about all the problems and suffering in the world. Until our own family crisis struck, something too personal to speak about here, but an event which caused tremendous heartache, leaving us wondering like the rest of the world: “How do we fix this?”





The answer? We can’t. Only God can. And I stand amazed at the incredible ways He has brought people across our path who themselves have walked a similar road, or are close to someone on the same journey…people who could share their stories, offer comfort, give advice. Our Heavenly Father even sent little fireflies in the night to remind us that there is always a light in the dark, always a glimmer of hope.

One evening, several days later, my son and I were walking through the streets of Modena in Italy. We passed through a park and the most beautiful fragrance, like Jasmine on steroids, filled the air…a fragrance we’d enjoyed in Florence and wondered where it came from. I asked my son’s friends what trees held these gloriously fragrant blooms. Tiglio trees came the answer. I googled this later to discover these green giants are known as lime trees or linden in England, and basswood in North America.


We’d just exited this park, the Tiglio trees’ fragrance following us out, when my son shared with me his angst of not knowing what the future held. I reminded him that while we might not know, we serve a God who does. I encouraged him to focus on one day at a time, that Jesus told us not to worry about tomorrow because today had enough of its own worries, all the while trying to remind myself to remember this same principle.


When we got back to the house, I checked my emails and there was one from a twice-weekly devotion I subscribe to called Loop. These short devotions are written as personal letters from God to women. To me. The title immediately caught my attention, and as I read I allowed myself to return to the Tiglio trees. With permission, I share this devotion—My Fragrance—and the introductory email from the author, Jennifer J. Camp, with you.

Dear sister,
I want to live this day so aware of God in me—the Holy Spirit my guide and counselor, that I inhabit the fragrance of His presence. For it is beautiful there—this place where I am my true self.
What will that be like for you, this day? How will you be affected by this awareness? Will you be more patient, more kind, more filled with hope and joy? How will others around you, whom you love, be blessed by your heeding the rhythms of the Holy Spirit within you?
Jennifer

 My Fragrance
“For we are the aroma of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing” (2 Corinthians 2:15).
I am for you. I am with you. I go before, knowing what is ahead. I stand behind, my hand on your shoulder, so close you can smell my presence. Yes, there is a fragrance of my Spirit. This is where I invite you to live—your truest self, stripped of all insecurities, all what-ifs, all doubts and fears and pains.
Breathe deeply, my dear one. Breathe in sweetness and hope. Breathe in newness and the clean air I bring.
I draw you in.
Let Me be your strength. There, you are glorious. Let Me be the hand you hold—all weight lifted, all sorrow behind. Let Me cup your face in my hands. Let Me look on you. Let Me hold you. Let Me walk next to you. Match my stride. 
I show you how.
There is a pace—within this fragrance of my presence—where I invite you to stay. Keep that pace. You know the pace, the rhythm, the movement of your moments when you can breathe Me and smell the fragrance of Me with you.
I envelop you. I carry you. And all whom you meet will be in my presence, with you, too. They will be enveloped in the fragrance of Me. All you do with Me points the people you meet to the fragrance. Let it spread. Keep in step. Check the pace. Let it be a rhythm that is natural.
Practice.
Breathe.
I show you how.
https://www.gatherministries.com/
Saturday night a week ago, we caught our flight back to South Africa from Milan. We landed in Doha at 6 AM to news of yet another terror attack in London on London Bridge and at Borough Market. More terror. More heartache. More needing to breathe in deep of the fragrance of our Heavenly Father.


This week has seen the most scenic parts of our country wiped out through out-of-control fires and gale force winds with thousands of people losing everything. Even as I write this, fires still rage in our beautiful garden route. We have family in those areas, we have friends, we have friends who have family… So many lives affected. So much tragedy. And in it all, God reminds us to breathe deep and see Him bring beauty from the ashes.


MARION UECKERMANN's passion for writing was sparked when she moved to Ireland with her family. Her love of travel has influenced her contemporary inspirational romances set in novel places. Marion and her husband again live in South Africa, but with two gorgeous grandsons hanging their hats at the house next door, their empty nest's no longer so empty.

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14 comments:

  1. I always love reading about your travels.
    I am glad your home safely.
    Prayers for those affected by the fires.

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    1. Thanks so much, Linda. I'll have another one next week on Inspy Romance :) Thanks for your prayers. They're appreciated.

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  2. A beautiful reminder, Marion. Thank you for sharing!

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    1. Thanks, Lisa. It's good to be reminded to stop, look up, and smell the... tiglio trees :)

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  3. Beautiful post, Marion. Thank you. I subscribe to Jennifer's husband's devotional and have done for the past few years. But it's the first time I've seen one of Jennifer's.

    Praying for the Lord's peace to especially fill you and your family at this challenging time,

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    1. Thank you, Ian. LOL, and I've only just seen her husbands :)

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  4. Merci bien for this beautiful message. The past few months have taught me to rely 110% on God and learn to TRUST. Amidst all the sorrow in London, Manchester and Knysna I have learnt to really embrace this: God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind!!

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    1. Thanks, Melanie. And thanks for that awesome reminder!

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  5. Achingly poignant, Marion. Thank you for sharing your heart, and this poem. What a beautiful reminder to stay in God's presence. God bless you.

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    1. Thank you, Carolyn. Glad it was meaningful to you.

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  6. A beautiful post illustrated with some of your exquisite photos. Thank you for the way you shared your trip on Faceboook, and I know you only put up a smattering of your photographs of this wonderful holiday Noel and you were able to have. Thank you too for the thought of sharing God's fragrance. What a lovely thought.

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    1. Oh, there's way more photos to come, Shirley. Watch that space. Glad you enjoyed the post.

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  7. Artfully done, beautifully worded.
    Thank you!

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