It brought to mind how God has given us physical pictures as a frame of reference to what He is doing that we cannot actually see. He has been described as a Shepherd who is willing to do the dirty, smelly job of caring for His sheep, leading us to green pastures and quiet waters while protecting us from prowling lions and wolves.

He’s also a family-loving Father who provides for and disciplines His children. We are spiritually nourished with bread from Heaven and may drink deeply from springs of fresh, clear living water.

In times of spiritual trouble, we can recognize the dead, dryness of a desert wilderness and it causes us to long for that sweet communion and refreshment that we remember…

We could also perhaps take your post one step farther and say: God uses our senses to lead us Home.

My Mum’s clothes have a very distinctive smell to them – I have a scarf that belongs to her, and when I wear it, I immediatly think of her. My Dad would always listen to Haydn in the lounge, and whenever I hear his music I think of Dad. The feelings are bittersweet now, as I’m married and don’t live near them, and they’re getting old and I worry about losing them. But I’d rather have those lovely feelings of attachment to the smells and sounds, even with the bittersweetness that is now part of the feelings.

I bet our recipe is similar; I would describe it as a “gravy” like texture. Here’s how we make it (prepare yourself for the unhealthiest breakfast ever which is why we only have it once a year!):

Stir together about 4 heaping Tbls. self-rising flour with 1 heaping Tbls. cocoa and 1 cup sugar.

Stir in approximately half gallon of milk (we really don’t measure this recipe) and heat over stove stirring consistently (or my mom uses microwave) until desired thickness.

We also add a tsp. of vanilla flavoring.

Serve with CANNED biscuits–yes, they’re the best with this recipe

We actually eat it in a bowl like soup, with butter stirred in, tearing the biscuits into bite-sized pieces.

(Enjoyed visiting with you too!)