My boy loves flowers. He sticks his whole face in a bush of blooms and sucks in breath before pulling back in delight of the scent. I do too. There are flowers that I can smell from every corner of our property, even at a good distance. Often, when we are walking, I ask him, “mmm do you smell that?” He is sometimes sad that he doesn’t notice the scent. I encourage him that I am more familiar with scents from all my time sniffing around, and that one day, he will be able to recognize them as I do, or better.

I wonder if this is how it is with noticing God as well, and the gift of time with Him.