I was taking a walk the other day with my little dog, Riley, and, it was a particularly beautiful morning. As we were walking along, I noted a vibrant, azure sky…the fragrance of some kind of flower which was marvelous…the perfect breeze brushing along my skin. As a person who is very moved by nature, I have always viewed these things as an expression of love from a warm and masterful Creator. And they surely are. But that morning something else hit me that I’d never really thought of before.

I found myself being really thankful for all my senses. Thanking Him for my eyesight to see that sky, my sense of smell to receive that fragrance, my sense of touch to feel that breeze. Another gift, I thought, to enjoy all the ways He shows He loves me. But then I realized that, if my absolute, main purpose in this life is to worship God, then He gave me those senses as a way to KNOW Him better, to infuse my body, soul and mind with His glory and then give it back to Him. How human of me to look at my senses as something that only benefits me, when they are truly another opportunity to commune with Him.

With this epiphany, came a flood of scriptures that took on new meaning…

• Taste and see that the Lord is good. Psalm 34:8
• …through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him. 2 Cor 2:14
• …if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and him with Me. Revelation 3:20
• Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. Hebrews 12:2
• If I only touch His cloak, I will be healed. Matthew 9:21

I’m working a little harder at finding Him in all my senses, taking Him in and knowing Him better, then serving it all back up as a sensory offering to my amazing God.