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“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made!” Psalm 139: 13-14
Anybody reading this interested in losing twenty percent of your body weight? I can tell you how. Just get rid of your bones. Of course, without them, you’d be reduced to a slug, and there would be no structure to support and protect your internal organs. And you can forget movement.
When God fashioned bone, he made it up with a sort of grit and glue for strength and flexibility. Bone’s hardness is the one property that separates it from all other body tissue. They’re hollowed out, and in their marrow, we find a red-blood cell factory. Our bones liberate us and enable us to move around, and then can enslave us when one is broken.
I remember sitting in my doctor’s office awaiting a consultation with her. There was what might have been a piece of a leg bone lying rather randomly on the side of her desk nearest me. My curiosity got the best of me, so I picked it up and wondered whose bone it was and how it came to be on her desk. I was studying it when the doctor walked in, and I commented on the fragile nature of the bone. Her comment was, “Oh, that’s healthy bone. Let me show you one with osteoporosis.” She pulled one from the shelf behind her desk. That bone was so stunningly porous I thought it might disintegrate in my hand. That gave me a whole new perspective of bone.
King Solomon, in all his wisdom, tells us in Proverbs 16:24, “Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” Think about that. What kind of bone needs healing? Maybe one that has been broken or one whose very marrow is weak and not functioning. God offers gracious, healing words to us in our brokenness and dysfunction. Maybe you could do the same to someone near you today.
Prayer: Thank you, God, for my bones. They hold me up and allow me to move and function as you designed. And thank you for being like bone to me, holding me together, giving structure to my being, and assisting me as I move through my life. Amen.
Phyllis Clark Nichols grew up in the deep shade of magnolia trees in Georgia and weaves her Southern culture into character-driven stories that explore profound human questions. She is a classically trained musician and enjoys art, books, nature, cooking, travel, and ordinary people. After retiring as a cable network executive, Phyllis began leading mission teams to orphanages in Guatemala and now serves on three nonprofit boards, where she works with others who are equally passionate about bringing hope and light to those who need it most. Phyllis and her husband live in the Texas Hill Country.