Stinking Scared: The Smell of Fear

Stinking Scared: The Smell of Fear

What does fear smell like?  I imagine something comes to mind.

Yesterday, the oldest vandal, our son Sam came stumbling from his bedroom.  Sleepy hair stood on end, he yawned and scratched his bum.

“Good morning Sam.” I chirped.

Mom,” he yawned. “What’s dat smell I smell wook like?”

The smell he smelled looked like blueberry muffins, which I had just pulled from the oven.

This morning… I was rocking it.

This morning smelled fantastic.

Until it didn’t.

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It passed.

Fast.

Things went from smelling like warm homemade muffins to smelling like poop… which was all down the front of my shirt… and in my hair.

The baby had a blowout.  My sister, who normally delivers the teens to school was out cold with the flu.

I was screaming and yelling for humans to get in the car, the teen was trying to help me.  But the smell on me looked so gross, she was visibly gagging.





I drove home defeated.  It was only 8:03 am.

Unfortunately,  the good work of smell good muffins looked like another day, in a different time zone, in someone else’s house.

And I was afraid… all my kids will remember is me smelling like poop, yelling at them to get in the car.

Why did I get up early and make muffins?

Not to make them love me, because I love them.

Fear has no place in my love for them.  Perfect love casts out all fear.  And fear is a liar.  It is a thief.

It stinks, bad… real bad.

In my faith walk, I cling to the belief, I am righteous by the blood.  I am a mess by the flesh. But the blood worked.  And now, in my righteousness, I am so grateful – I want to be more like Jesus.

I want to exude the smell of peace.

As a believer, I want to continue to grow in freedom and the belief that perfect love casts out all fear. Furthermore, I am pretty sure that when I have been pooped on and we are late, I may always yell. The mom in me refuses to believe that is all my kids will remember about me.  I believe they’ll remember the muffins and that sometimes I smelled great.

Being set free from my fears has been the greatest gift in the gospel of grace.

Fear smells bad.

Love smells grand.

Like warm blueberry muffins…

My your floors be sticky and your calling ordained!  Love, Jami

Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love. 1 John 4:18

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  1. Marva | SunSparkleShine on May 20, 2017 at 9:55 am

    Jami, your posts always makes me laugh! I really appreciate your realness and how you bring it all back to a spiritual lesson that God is impressing on your heart. This reminds me that all that I do whether for my family or for others, should be motivated by love, not fear or some need to please or be appreciated. That’s the way God loves us, isn’t it? With no strings attached.
    Blessings to you and your family!

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