Grey

As I was getting ready for bed a few nights ago, I was looking in the mirror, and noticed a new grey hair at the front of my hairline, then another, and another. Four new grey hairs!

The last few years I have refused to get grey hair. I’ve had a couple pop up over the years, but they were near the back of my head, so I couldn’t see them. There is nothing bad, or wrong with having grey hair, I think it’s beautiful! It’s just not for me…yet.

As I counted the grey hairs, the Lord spoke to me and reminded me that he knows the number of every hair on my head, and that I am made in His image; beautifully, wonderfully, and perfectly made to reflect God’s glory. Instead of plucking or hiding my new found greys, I pulled them to stand straight up on my head, and went to bed.

Aging has never bothered me. I have embraced every year as a milestone of accomplishment. I enjoy getting older. Yet, for some reason, I did not want to get grey hair.  I love my hair color, with it’s black, brown, caramel, and red hues. I love that in the summer it goes a golden, honey brown.  I love it’s texture, and curls, and how it has a mind of it’s own at times.

I love my body and the way it knows how to heal, and move, and support me. I do my best to take care of my body as I age so it doesn’t suddenly fall apart one day.

I’m not sure why grey hair has affected me the way it has. Maybe because my grandparents had grey hair my whole life, and I thought they were “old” even though by today’s standards they died fairly young, in their 70s. Maybe grey hair has affected me because it signals “the change” and I don’t feel like I am at that stage in life at 38 years old. Maybe I’ll embrace it when I’m 60.

For now I will embrace the changes as they come, and do my best to keep my body healthy to last for the long run. Even as my hair turns grey.

Everyone is the age of their heart. Guatemalan Proverb

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