Gray Hair

I found a gray hair. On my own head. I thought it was the lighting. I thought it was my sleepy eyes.

I carefully parted the suspicious hair from the rest and examined it. I then plucked the obstinate strand and held it under my scrutiny. Gray. Through and through.

Panic. I flung it down. Rebellious, it drifted slowly to the bathroom floor. I scowled, and began searching for more... they hid... sneaking among their obedient brothers.

I snatched at my full head of hair, thinking about the implications. I forget that I won't be young forever. I forget that I will age. I forget that this is the best it's ever going to be... and that charm and beauty are fleeting. Of course I know people age. But I forget it will happen to me.

So I begin to wrestle (am wrestling). I'm not going to be here forever. My time is limited. Who am I? How will I use this breath of life I have been given?

I desire to be someone characterized by inner beauty. That even when I'm as wrinkled as a withered prune, when my head is full of gray hairs... my character, wisdom, and joy shine through...

Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

                                                                                      -Prov. 31:30