When I was a child my mother would wake me every morning before school. Generally, I could hear her walking down the hall so when she said, “Vicky”, I always responded, “I’m awake.” I did that so she wouldn’t turn the light on. To this day I do not like the light on until I get my eyes kind of open. After saying my name she headed back to the kitchen.

Monday morning around 4:30 or 5:00 AM I heard my mother say, “Vicky.” My eyes popped open – wide awake. That was odd. I lay there for a bit thinking I was dreaming or something. There wasn’t any way my mother was at my house. I let myself drift off back to sleep. About 30 minutes or so later, I woke up again. This time I could smell my mom’s perfume. Really bizarre. I smelled of my pillow and blankets to see if some scent was there. Nothing, just a brief moment while sleeping that I thought I smelled perfume.

Sleeping fitfully, I was glad when the alarm finally went off. I got out of bed and went through my normal routine. In the back of my mind I was watching the clock so I could call my mom to make sure everything was all right. Stranger things have happened so I didn’t want to totally discount the voice I heard.

While taking my daughter to school, I called my mom and asked her if everything was all right. Nobody was sick or anything? She assured me all was well and wanted to know why I was asking. I related the early morning events to her and said I was just checking in. Mom suggested perhaps God talking to me. I kind of laughed her off and said that I seriously doubted God smelled just like my mom. From there we got into a short discussion on what we thought God smelled like.

I suggested I thought of God when I smelled freshly mowed grass, or newly tilled soil or possibly roses. What smells do you associate with God?