What Blood was that!
Very specially has my Beloved been to me today as the suffering Lord of glory. Oh, what blood was that---what rich, rich drops flowed for vile, unworthy me. Oh, w hat condescension! What unutterable love! My soul wonders and adores! “He shall see of the travail of His soul, and shall be satisfied” (Isaiah 53:11a). And His spouse shall see somewhat of His soul-travail for her, and be satisfied with His love and favor. That YOU, immaculate Lamb, should be bruised and wounded for my sake----is overwhelming indeed. I long to fall at YOUR dear feet, and confess myself a trophy of redeeming love----a miracle of YOUR saving grace and cleansing blood. -e xcerpt from the diary of sister Ruth Bryan (1805-1860 A.D.)