Yesterday, the doctor needed some bloodwork for me so he sent me off to the very nice technician to draw blood. She asked me which arm I wanted to get the blood from. That was polite, but I don’t like making decisions. Finally, I said, “It doesn’t matter to me, there is blood in both arms.” She chuckled – so nice that I started her day with a smile.
8 vials of blood later, I was headed home, when I felt the Lord remind me that no matter what scripture I read, it had the blood in it. Old Testament, New Testament, Gospels, letters, history, poetry, prophetic, it didn’t matter. The Living Word is full of the story of the Blood sacrifice for my sins.
So the next time, I can’t decide what to study, I’ll just randomly open the Book and ask Him to show me the Blood. I’ll just let the Living Word do His work.
2 Timothy 3:16 Every Scripture is God-breathed (given by His inspiration) and profitable for instruction, for reproof and conviction of sin, for correction of error and discipline in obedience, [and] for training in righteousness (in holy living, in conformity to God’s will in thought, purpose, and action), 17So that the man of God may be complete and proficient, well fitted and thoroughly equipped for every good work.