When we worship Him in Spirit and truth, our adoration rises in a cloud of offering, a fragrance that is sweet in the Lord's nostrils. Our songs rise in a vaporous ribbon, a sacrifice of praise that He inhales as a sustaining nectar. Indeed, our very lives--everything between our morning alarm and our evening slumber--can be a pleasing aroma to Him. The fragrance of our lives tells God how much, how deeply, how authentically we love Him. Just as the hearty aromas that embraced my senses every Sunday noon bore witness to the love Mom had for her family, the aromas wafting heavenward from our lives bear witness to our level of devotion to an attentive, gracious God.