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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

Follow me as I follow Jesus

“…let this needle pass…” My first experience giving blood


It was going so well… then she said, “OK, you can look away now.”

And in the needle went.

Out the blood came.

And down I went.


I remember saying, “I’m feeling a little lightheaded,” to the nurse with the bobbed hair almost immediately after she stuck me.

“Already?” she asked in disbelief.

Apparently so.

The next thing I remember is waking up to water pouring on my face and six (s-i-x) people standing over me, all talking at once, with one shoving a straw in my mouth trying to get sugar into my system.

My hair was wet, my clothes were wet, but I was conscious and everyone in the room was rejoicing because of it (except me).

“God,” I silently prayed (half serious, half joking), “I know this is nothing compared to what Jesus suffered on the cross for me, but if it’s Your will, let this cup pass from me.”

But the cup didn’t pass. They kept shoving it—full of Sprite—in my face and telling me to “sip not gulp.”

Then my vein blew.

And more people came over. A new nurse tried to re-stick me but to no avail.

Apparently I have weak veins. Who knew?

The good news is that I got a free package of raisins out of the deal. #perks

So now, here I am sitting in Panera with a swollen and bruised forearm trying to remember why I wanted to give blood in the first place.

Oh, yeah, it saves lives.

Except mine didn’t, because they didn’t get enough.

I know this might seem like a really insignificant and weak comparison, but this experience makes me so grateful that Jesus’ blood was sufficient.

His sacrifice was enough.

He didn’t get off the cross to find God telling Him that His veins blew so they couldn’t get enough blood to cover all the sins.

No, His blood was enough.

It covers every trace of sin for those who believe.. Every mark. Every stain. Every smudge. All atoned for, perfectly and completely.

And every priest stands daily at his service, offering repeatedly the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins. But when Christ had offered for all time a single sacrifice for sins, He sat down at the right hand of God, waiting from that time until His enemies should be made a footstool for His feet. For by a single offering He has perfected for all time those who are being sanctified. (Hebrews 10:11-14 ESV)

2 comments on ““…let this needle pass…” My first experience giving blood

  1. iasb31 says:

    I love when the Spirit speaks truth to us in the seemingly every day mundane things…thanks for sharing. I’m so grateful for the sufficient blood sacrifice that has washed away all my sin.

    1. Thank YOU for taking time to comment! Such an encouragement. Praise the Lord for His blood that never loses its power. 🙂

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