About 6 months ago I worked to get my aromatherapy certification. The more I read about why I wasn’t sleeping and focusing, the more I began to use essential oils to try to help, and that lead me to study the properties of oils and their usage.

I was astounded. As a minister-churchy type person, of course I had heard about Frankincense and Myrrh, but I didn’t realize how much oils were used not only in lavish gifting, but in the every day, day in-day out world of our ancient brothers and sisters. And I knew. In that moment I knew… I wasn’t taking care of myself or honoring the gift of my life with the manner in which I was living.

You know what I mean. Don’t shake your head. And don’t think I’m getting all ready to shame you. But maybe you are like me. You stay up too late. You constantly return emails. You over schedule yourself. You feel guilty for just sitting. For napping. For staring. For dreaming. For picking flowers. For walking the dog. For taking a picnic. (I could go on.)

But then I unlocked the power of SCENT. When sit and diffuse oils, or put them on me, I get still. I breathe. I slow down. I process and notice. And my urgent-don’t-forget-about-me tasks don’t seem near as important.

So sit more. Breathe more. Go pick some lavender.

And they were casting out many demons and were anointing with oil many sick people and healing them. (Mark 6:13)