blood and life, they run together,
we can't have one without the other. the bloodless idols that we make have nothing to say to us in our pain, they don't know what it is to bleed, they are too kept and clean to know the suffering felt in the preparation seasons of life: without a regular shedding of blood, bodies would not be equipped to conceive. while idols offer neither compassion nor true relief, our suffering King says, "come to me, I know what it is to bleed, I know what it is to hold pain in a body, I know the felt cost of preparing for the miraculous that is newness of life. come to me, I am not afraid of blood, I am not ashamed, I cover you in love." Comments are closed.
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