{Day 54}

I stretched out my thin arm and laid it on the rest of the chair.  A nurse took a stretchy band and wound it tightly above my elbow.  As a child I used to watch the process but once the sliver of metal is prepped I now look away.  I catch my breath and exhale as it slides into my vein.  Bright cherry red cells swirl into the slender glass vial.  Leviticus 17:14 says this, “For the life of every creature is its blood: its blood is its life…”  Yes, the beautiful rich scarlet that runs through my body carries oxygen, nutrients, and thus…life.  Someday the plasma and cells will lie quite.  The life will have flown and all that will be left is a figure…and what we have done for or to others.  I want to make every doughnut shaped cell count.  Do you?  What will you do with the life you have been given?  Will you reach out to another suffering life and bless them?  Please help the orphans.  Their lives count.

{Photos by: Jenn Lynn Images}

{Styled by Karen}