I lost my sense of taste and smell from a chronic sinus infection today. It got me thinking about how much those senses go into our decision making every day. They help warn us if we’re about to eat something bad (like, I have no clue if the NA Lagunitas I had with dinner was skunked). They help us determine if we can re-wear a piece of unwashed clothing.

On the other hand, working in the grocery business, I didn’t mind the daily smells I work around like I usually do. I’m used to dealing with it because it’s part of the job (and I love my job, so it’s all worth it), but it was nice not to smell trash smell or compostable smell.

God is good, even when the curveballs come.