Do you ever think about your veins and what is flowing through them? Do you ever think about how they give life to your entire body? From the tippy top of your head down to the soles of your feet. When we go to the doctor we either hear "You have good veins!" or "You have bad veins". Some of us pump stuff into them, like vitamins and nutrients, and other times medicine like chemotherapy, and sadly sometimes things that can cause you bodies serious damage. Do you ever think about what is flowing through your veins? We say things like "It's in my blood" when we talk about things like the sports team we root for or the reason we act or think a certain way. When we get angry, and we say things like "our blood is boiling" we literally feel hot all over as if hot blood is running through and spreading all throughout our body. When we are cold or sad and maybe he even when we are dehydrated, we can see them through our skin and we notice how blue they appear. Do you ever think about what is flowing through your veins? There is a song by Christian Worship Leader Chris Quilala called Miracles. It's an amazing song but one line brings me to tears every single time. The line is simple. It states "The One who put death in it's place/His life is flowing through my veins/His life is flowing through my veins." If you've ever wondered like me, what is flowing through your veins, Chris Quilala just answered you question. Jesus. He is. The God of the universe. His life. His life is through through your veins, through my veins, from the tippy top of my head down to the soles of my feet. His life is flowing through my veins. I have a love/hate relationship with my veins. I feel like most people who have heart disease do. I need those veins to do their job and do it right because the parts of the heart that are functioning properly are counting on them. I'm constantly hoping and praying they do what they are meant to do, and do it right. But His life is flowing through my veins. My veins have had more needles in them then I care to count, more fluids pumped into them than you can imagine, and more blood taken from them that I'm honestly shocked at how I still have any left. They have been collapsed, bruised, relentlessly poked and prodded, yet they somehow still manage to do their job. But His life is flowing through my veins. I worry they will quit on me, or that my heart will quit on them and then they will have to quit too. I worry that if I get sick it will flow through to my heart. I worry when I get a cut that I'll get an infection and it will flow through my veins and damage my heart. I worry that one day I'll have to pump them full of medicine that will weaken them again, bruise them and make them collapse. But His life is flowing through my veins. John 1:12-13 says,"Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God-children born not of natural descent nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God." and Romans 8:11 states; "And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you." and 1 John 4:4" "You, dear children are from God and have overcome them because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the the world." His life is flowing through my veins. He has created me in His image. He has given me life. He has called me daughter. He allows spirit to reside in me. He has given me hope through his promises. His life is flowing through my veins. So if my veins are strong, His life is flowing through my veins. If my veins get poked and become a little bruised, His life is flowing through my veins. If my veins bring my blood throughout my body, His life is flowing through my veins. If my veins grown weak and start to quit on me, His life is flowing through my veins.
The fact is, it has far less to do with what my veins are or are not doing, but what my God is and will continue to do. When He made me, He knew full well what my veins would endure. He knew my veins would have to be strong, even at their weakest. He knew that they'd face pain, and be bruised, and even collapse at times. He knew it all and He knew what he was doing. He did it with love and with such purpose and perfection, because He knew whose life he was going to flow through them. His. His life. His life is flowing though my veins. I no longer have to wonder. -Emily