the Scent of Water

'yet at the very scent of water, it will flourish, grow shoots, and burst into bloom like a new plant.'

job, the Bible

For everything there is a time. It' s the same with books.

In search of comfort after David died, I came across this title:

The Scent of Water - grace for every kind of broken by Naomi Zacharias.

I never read the book.

I plan too one day, when I can concentrate long enough to complete a page,

without my mind floating off like a kite with a broken string. 

Broken. 

Every kind of broken.

The words knew me. They saw me. 

El Roi, the God who sees me. 

 I see words that live through the lens of my camera.

 They're telling my story. The painful and beautiful truth of my grief observed. 

This one, the Scent of Water.

From Job, a book in the Bible. Its speaks of  being dry, desolate, parched, over exposed.

But at the very scent of water.

life. must.

Not a taste of water. Not the experience of water.

At the very scent of it. 

So powerful is the beautiful life. 

So full of promise and hope.

inspite of, and despite of. 

Grace for every kind of broken.