about to give blood

I'm going to be on my way to give blood soon. I don't know when or why I started getting jittery about this, but it does not go with my tuffie-girl image. I'm still good with poop and vomit, so that's something I guess.

Anyhow, what I've been meaning to write about for like a week now is the coupling of these two words in I Peter 1:3: "living hope" - I think I could live till the end of my days on this little couplet of words that's been swelling such joy in my soul. I've been meditating on the concept throughout my day, and it never fails to help push away the grit and give me clear waters. That they always would do that...