We’re Made of Spiritual Bone

When my mom was a younger mom and some tense moments would arise, she would say, “I’m going to come unglued!” I’m sure whatever she was facing, was an “un-glue-able” feat.

My brother heard my mom say the historical line on occasion. When he was 4 years old, he replied with an innocence and a grand truth…”Mom, we’re not glued together. God made us with bone.”

When we trust God fully, a fullness fills our bodies, casting solid and spiritual bone that is unbreakable.

We are not just lightly glued together, melting at weak seams. We are purposely formed with God’s strength that thickens our inner core with fusionend faith.

When we ponder the plundering initiatives of this temporary world, it’s easy to become “unglued”. Although, if we look upward and onward towards God and Heavenly places, a soundness will fuse spiritual bone together, stabilizing bold steps of trust and faith.

Within our spiritual bone flows a force that will not shatter and scatter upon fearful doubt. No, we are formed with tightened tenacity and soldered with femur-like strength.

We are formed by God. Thus, we are not fragile, but fortified with endurance and divine bones that will endure all trials and tribulations, never breaking, never fracturing.

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