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.
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.