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Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! Psalm 139: 13-14
Unless you injure yourself and bleed, or you need to have blood drawn, you probably don’t think much about your blood. But blood is the river of life, and it is the most commonly tested part of the body. Your five and a half quarts of blood deliver oxygen and nutrients to every cell in your body and remove the waste.
Sixty thousand miles of blood vessels link every living cell in your body. You can live about four days without water and three weeks without food, but only a few minutes without life-giving oxygen supplied by your blood. No cell in your body lies more than a hair’s breadth from a blood capillary. Red blood cells carry oxygen; white blood cells fight infection and intruders; and your platelets allow your blood to clot when it needs to. Blood is cleansing. It brings much needed oxygen into the body and wards away germs and intruders.
The term “blood” is often used to refer to one’s ancestry or ethnic background. Think about what Jesus’ blood did for us. It cleanses us and makes us adoptable into God’s family. It creates the bloodline. Just because God created these marvelous bodies does not mean we are immune to disease and accident. And when Christ lives in us, we’re not immune to pain and suffering. But He’s there bringing life. He is like the red blood cells bringing oxygen and cleaning up the debris. He’s like the white blood cells, helping us fight off the evil one.
And when we were lifeless, Jesus was the greatest blood donor of all time. Paul tells us in Ephesians 2:13, “But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near by the blood of Christ.”
Prayer: Father, thank you for life-giving, life-sustaining blood. We humbly thank you for what your blood makes possible for us. Without you, Jesus, we would be helpless and hopeless. Thank you for allowing us to be your children. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Phyllis Clark Nichols grew up in the deep shade of magnolia trees in Georgia and weaves her Southern culture into character-driven stories that explore profound human questions. She is a classically trained musician and enjoys art, books, nature, cooking, travel, and ordinary people. After retiring as a cable network executive, Phyllis began leading mission teams to orphanages in Guatemala and now serves on three nonprofit boards, where she works with others who are equally passionate about bringing hope and light to those who need it most. Phyllis and her husband live in the Texas Hill Country.