So yesterday I went to get my blood drawn to be tested if I have had chicken pox in the past. Which I have, because I had 2 in my mouth and it was awful. Anyways, for those of you that don’t know it, I have this wonderful trait of being able to pass out when my body feels inner pain, like shots and things of the sort. I had never given blood because of this reason and wasn’t too thrilled about doing so. So I go get my blood drawn hoping and praying I don’t pass out. As the nurse is taking my blood, I start to feel light headed and think oh no to myself. After it was all done the nurse told me that I had did such a marvelous job, better than most men. However I feel that I’m starting to go and what do you know I pass out. All I remember is the nurse and my mother calling out my name and then them telling me to smell the smelling salt. Then I stayed in their office until I fully recuperated. Yup, that’s my story. Let me remind you that this was the next day after I wrote my blog on about being weak. Jesus is such a funny, funny man. So as I walked out of the health department I couldn’t help but giggle to myself at how Jesus likes to show me how he’s got everything under control. Granted almost dying on the health departments floor wasn’t fun, but I realized how awesome Jesus is and that He’s got my back.
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