There was a guy in school who I think could sing any jingle ever aired. I was impressed, since this was a skill I decidedly lacked.
I do recall one about “wash that gray right out of my hair” and another that made reference to “not grow old gracefully but fight it every step of the way”
These remembrances are quickly followed by the thought that a person somehow earns the signs of aging and they should be worn like a badge, one earned through their own grit and works.
We have a small mirror at the house.
I can see an eye or my mouth, but not all at the same time.
I have grown to like this feature of our home.
Unfortunately, our friends have a well lit bathroom with a large mirror.
After a trip to use their facilities, my sudden self- awareness (please, let’s not call it pride…) led me to think about a natural henna hair dye. Or perhaps I could just keep the gray and pass it off on all the changes this past year.
As often happens the Bible gives us understanding that commercial jingles simply fail to convey.
This verse struck me especially hard.
Proverbs 16:31 The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
If.
What is that all about…. if?
Unfortunately, in the past I have picked up burdens that were better left alone. I have struggled against God like an infant crawling towards the fire. I have rejected His peace that surpasses understanding and refused His light yoke.
How many of these hairs will be found in the way of righteousness?
How many will not?
How many will be accounted for as rebellion, being stiff necked, having lack of faith? Fear? Pride?
Ow, that hurts much worse than the gray.
So I am not going to dye it.
Not because I have some deep theological reason against it.
But because at this place in my life, I need it.
To see it.
To be reminded.
That
Each moment, each day, is a gift of grace. Not earned.
Each choice has eternal consequences, not just physical.
Each silver hair from here on out; I want to counted as a beautiful crown of glory.
For His Glory.
Just wanted to say what a blessing it has been following your journey, both physically and spiritually. Steve and I an FBC Coleman are praying for you and your family continually, and are excited for what God is doing in each of your lives, as well as those He is blessing through you. We love and miss you all. May God continue to reveal His majesty through your obedience. God Bless. Twyla King