Love smells like lemon oil
Imagine that you drive into the garage, bundled with bags, smelly with nervous body odor, worried about classes that didn't go as hoped. You burst into the front door with clamoring children in tow. Sniff, sniff. It smells like Pine Sol mixed with lemon oil. What is that? shiny floors? Ahhhh. Now you see lines in the carpet... even on the stairs. Precious vacuum lines. Upstairs? Cringe. Someone cleaned my BATHROOM! Oh No! Can I ever show my face again? Get a hold of yourself. Someone loves me. In presidency meeting this morning we talked about how much it means to show the one that you care. Looks like I'm the one who gets the love today.
A clean floor can move one to tears. Can't you just feel the love?
yes, I smell it and would like to send back come of that love to the clean lemony folk who love my sister!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post. Truly, the fruits of love are peace and joy to the giver and the receiver. Thank you for taking the time to share this beautiful story with us.
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