No Bones About It

I enjoy dogs better than cats; each pet has their own special traits. However, I am partial to dogs. Dogs know when you are upset, lick you silly, and make you laugh. They know where to find things, and sometimes, put things where you don’t want to find them. They are great companions when you go for a walk. Ever see a cat on a leash? Sorry for the feline lovers that read this blog.


Ever seen a dog with a bone? He never wants to let go; if you try getting the bone from him, you can get bit! It is wiser to leave the bone with the dog; it has no value to people.

Why then, do we as human beings want to hold onto our old bones? Some people have quite a collection; enough to make a skeleton. Take one of those bones and let’s see what we get: B.O.N.E Burned Out, Never Ending. We can go from one end to the other and start all over and we still want to hold onto that debilitating bone.

Bones do not seem to go away. We can bury them, toss them, give them away, but they are still around. Travel around in pasture land or in the desert and you will find bleached bones of various animals. They lay as a reminder of what use to be alive.

Starting with childhood, we pick up useless bones on our journey of life that weigh us down. Some call it baggage. Baggage we can always toss, leave in the past, and not remember. Bones abound, though, and often it seems that someone is ready to pick a bone. How we handle our bones will determine if we are rattled by them.

First, we must realize the importance and the significance of our lives. Do we want to flourish? Do we want to be successful? We can be buried with our bones, but the memory lingers on. Our physical bones in our bodies provide the framework and allow our bodies the ability to move with our muscles. Otherwise our bodies would be a blob sloughing on the ground like a snail.

Our emotional bones or “baggage” tend to be an integral part of us. What we do with our bones determine what kind of person we become. When we choose to incorporate forgiveness, for ourselves and others, healing takes place. There is hope when we use the bones to motivate us into doing something better.

We can cremate our bones, but the remnants are still there. Often learning how to "cremate" our thoughts will help us to emotionally heal even though the scars are still there. We are healed by His stripes.

No bones about it: we struggle with letting go of our bones. Sometimes it isn’t about letting go, rather it is learning how to make them work. Sometimes I have to learn it isn’t me working them, it is Him that works them for me. The person I am today is because of all the bones in the past. I am forgiven and walk by using God’s muscle. This is a daily activity, like exercise; when we slack off, we become weak and lose sight of Whose strength is in our bones.

By Faith (Forging Attitude In Trusting Him)