I accompanied my husband to a place far, far away recently. He was officiating at a wedding in a very rural setting. It was an outside wedding taking place next to a noisy stream. A lot of water sounds amidst flowery, blooming trees. So picturesque!
Funny though, because what captured my attention was the tiny, wild violet plants that were growing in the grass. The first one I saw made me gasp. It was so unexpected. Now that I was really looking, I saw that they were scattered all over the grass.
The next day I am thinking about these little wild plants and all the feet yesterday that were most likely trampling them. There were high heels and all sorts of shoes mashing those dear little plants. I wonder if they gave off a sweet fragrance when they were trampled?
Believers in Christ do get trampled underfoot. There are times when it's accidental and, on the other hand, sometimes it's intentional. I'm sure we all cry out under the pressure, but what kind of fragrance squeezes out of us during these times. Is it a stench of revenge? Or is it an aroma of forgiveness that would be pleasing and acceptable to God?
Isaiah 53:7 "He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He opened not His mouth".