These Old Bones of Mine (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 21 2023	Views/Reads: 695/469	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am a proponent of joy, but I never thought of bones being associated with joy. As I get older, I am discovering just how important my bones are. From now on, whenever one of my bones creaks, I will rejoice to know that God keeps all my bones.

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same amount from the day before. Of course, there must be some good to 
these wrinkles, or I wouldn't have so many. 

I think I have become the standard for old age with my musical bones and
flourishing wrinkles. I sure could use some advice from my grandfather 
about this situation. 

With that in mind, I went to The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and
told her I thought I needed to go to a body shop to see if I could get 
a new body. "Do you have any recommendations?" 

She looked at me up and down and then said, "Just remember, it'll cost
you an arm and a leg." And then she laughed as though it was funny. 

I wasn't laughing on the inside. 

Later that day, I checked my Bible for verses dealing with bones, but I
had never thought of these verses before. 

Psalms 51:8, "Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which
thou hast broken may rejoice." 

Psalms 34:20, "He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken." 

I am a proponent of joy, but I never thought of bones being associated
with joy. As I get older, I am discovering just how important my bones 
are. From now on, whenever one of my bones creaks, I will rejoice to 
know that God keeps all my bones.


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