Gray Hair is a crown of splendor.
It is attained by a righteous life.
I had a good laugh at McDonald's this morning. I had some paperwork to go over with my oldest daughter, Beloved, so we met there together to complete our task. As I sipped my McCafe, I watched her across the table scribble some notes. I had to tease her. "With all the money you spend coloring your hair and going several shades darker, those resistant gray strands are still popping up!" Her retort: "Well, Mom, thanks to you I inherited this problem!"
It's true. She can blame it on me. I cast the blame on my mom, too, because she grayed so early in life. I can always remember my mother in her sanguine ways making this her confession: "Gray hair does not grow on a dumb head!"
And my confession? Well, it's Isaiah 46:4!
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He,
I am He who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you.
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
Thank you, Charlotte and Ginger and all the friendly writers who make Spiritual Sundays such a wonderful place to hang out!