Brings to mind a quote from Julian of Norwich ‘What is He indeed that is maker and lover and keeper? I cannot find words to tell. For until I am one with Him, I can never have true rest nor peace. I can never know it until I am so close to Him that there is nothing in between.’
Oh, the pure, sweet scent of Jesus! It lingers on the air like the fragrance of roses in summer… but we can never quite get close to it.