The life is in the blood.  That statement is true.  All of my organs can work perfectly but if my blood is weak they will begin to shut down.  I am finding that human blood is an amazing thing.  It is made in your bone marrow.  Blood carries oxygen, it carries waste, it clots…it keeps you alive.  All of this has been a fascinating learning experience for me…one who hates to see blood.  I have a new appreciation for the red stuff that pumps through my veins and keeps me alive while I am not even aware of it.

I also have a new appreciation for what it means to be ‘washed in the blood of Christ.’  It was no small sacrifice he made for me.  His blood flowed freely.  He chose to let his life ebb from his body to wash me.  My blood was bad blood.  It was contaminated, spiritually speaking.  It was weak and killing me until Jesus, the God-man offered me a transfusion.  His divine blood…for my diseased.  His lifeblood for mine.

  What a powerful image that is to me these days.  I hold on, hoping my blood is strong enough tomorrow to accomplish what it cannot today.  I beg not to have a transfusion so as not to delay my recovery from this dreaded cancer.  Isn’t that what we do spiritually too?  We try on our own to make ourselves strong.  We think that our blood can make a come back so we won’t have to ask for a transfusion.  Yet it is there for the asking…for free.  All the oxygen we need to live fully but we are not even aware of it.

I don’t know if I will need a transfusion or not.  I have my blood drawn, yet again, tomorrow.  One more day to know if my journey continues or enters a new faze.  If I my count is low or high does not make a difference…I will always need his blood because there is power in the blood.