Moab. Idol worship. God-less. Jeremiah 48:11 says, "Moab has been at rest from youth, like wine left on its dregs, not emptied from one jar to another-she has not gone into exile. So she tastes as she did, and her aroma is unchanged.
How long have I been unchanged? Does my aroma grow sweeter with age and maturity? That idea of being stagnant and stale again.
Lord, let me be not at rest, but to follow you and to leave the sweet scent of you with every step...
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