Sometimes my bones ache when the weather changes. My bones may not be as old as yours but they have absorbed their share of battle, strife, and mishap; what they remember is more than physical. At work I take a break from sitting at my computer, stretch a bit, and speak gently to the murmurers as they expound upon their pain: as a Wise One I know is fond of saying,              “O Blessed brokenness that excites the mercy and grace of God”.