Saturday, October 23, 2010
The Sight of Blood
Blood is the life force - the giver of oxygen to necessary organs, the circuit through which nutrients and chemicals travel the body, and a healer in many ways. But blood, when not seen, is easy to think of scientifically. Once it is oozing from the body or collecting in a vial, though, it becomes something a bit more... disturbing... for some.
That day, many years ago, the sight of that blood beneath my small child was a panic-inducing nightmare. Turns out, he has a severe sensitivity to digesting dairy. Cease panic. Phew!
Other days, while restraining my youngest child over the course of dozens of blood draws in the four short years she has been alive, the sight of blood is a necessary fight to get information from her body. How is her thyroid doing? Are her meds still working? Will her body heal in time and become "normal?"
Then, however, my mind goes to the blood we women deal with monthly. For many, it is a disturbance of our regular lives, an interruption in our rhythms, and even a nuisance. For others, like my sister, the lack of bleeding each month is a sad reminder of what the body isn't willing or capable of doing... at least, for now.
Or the blood that meant the end of a life that was not to be... the life my body wasn't going to bring into the world after all. The blood that was a purging of someone i would not get to meet this side of Heaven. And to that end, i remember the blood that was expelled from my body when each of my three living children was born. The blood that nourished and grew them into the babies i could hold and snuggle and play with. That blood, while still slightly disturbing in its sheer quantity, was almost reverent blood.
Reverent Blood. That takes my mind to the Blood of Christ. Not a concept i was grateful to have pushed upon me as a new Believer, but one i embrace today with a bit more clarity. This is Blood that grows us, covers us, washes us, purifies us, and claims us. Reverent Blood. Jesus' Blood. Holy Blood.
The sight of blood is a unique experience for each of us. What's yours?