I gave blood again this week. I’ve been doing it for a few years now. I’m not saying this to brag. It wasn’t my idea to begin with. When God put a call on my life, He gave me some very specific things to do and being a voice was only one. He called out all the stops and one of them happened to be that he wanted me to share my blood.
I wasn’t keen on the idea. Think about it. Who wants to give blood? I remember bargaining with God. I told him that I would give blood if LIFESOURCE needed my blood type more than any other kind. I didn’t know much about blood types, but I remembered from school that some people were universal donors.
I will never forget calling LIFESOURCE and asking if there was one particular blood type they needed more than the others. I knew there was, but I was hoping it wasn’t mine. I explained that I had committed to donating blood if I was a universal donor.
The woman on the other end of the phone sounded older, almost like my grandmother. She had most likely had a similar conversation with others who had walked down this path before me. She knew exactly how to draw me in. She had a cheery way about her, and in a soft gentle voice she replied, “Why yes, I would be more than happy to help you out. We need all blood types, but we get especially excited about anyone who has O-Negative blood. What type are you dear?”
I almost couldn’t speak. As my mind began to reel, I gazed into space. God knew all along! Why would I ever think I could bargain with God? I had laid down my life, I had surrendered all and if that meant giving blood then that would be the way it was. It didn’t matter that the idea of it sounded horrible or that I hated needles. My selfish idea that I needed my blood and couldn’t share it didn’t matter. I was brought back from the recesses of my mind by the sound of her voice. “Hello? Are you there dear?”
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