I have reached a point in my life where gray hairs are ongoing participants. There are no longer one or two that I can pull. They are everywhere. At the moment, I make regular appointments with my hairdresser, who is also a sweet friend of mine, to keep them covered. I have grown to prefer her artistry over the artistry of time.
I have often thought that I wouldn’t mind the gray so much if they didn’t come in standing straight up. I mean, seriously, they will fight any amount of product that I put on them to make them fall in line with the rest of my hair. They seem determined to demand my attention.
Recently, as I was praying while getting ready for work, a new one caught my attention. It was standing straight up, almost defying gravity and daring me to pull it, but as I zeroed in on it, I felt a little nudge in my heart asking me why it bothered me so much. It’s existence was simply proof of my time on earth.
When did getting older become so taboo?
In the Bible, the Book of Proverbs, (which happens to be one of the Books of Wisdom), tells us, “Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life.” Proverbs 16:31
The appearance of gray hair means that we have been blessed with a certain amount of longevity and I immediately thought of a friend of mine who was lost to ALS who didn’t have her first gray hair yet. What would she have given to live long enough to worry about something as trivial as gray hair?
As I continued down that thought path, it occurred to me that maybe they stand straight up because they are supposed to serve as a reminder of our limited time here on earth. Everyday that we wake up is a gift. Everyday we wake up is proof that God isn’t finished with us yet and we still have a mission on this side of eternity.
The gray serves as a reminder to make each day count. It also serves as a reminder that we have attained a certain amount of wisdom that comes from living. Are we sharing that wisdom? It seems like today’s world could definitely benefit from some wisdom, especially wisdom from long time Christ followers.
As I finished doing my hair, I felt a lot less annoyance over the gray. I don’t have to love them, but I can learn to appreciate their message. After all, I can always use reminders of my many blessings and that everyday should count. Perhaps you can too!
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂
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