I’m
beginning to embrace these silver-gray strands in my hair.
Reminders
of life lived so far
And
wisdom that comes with years.
Isn't
silver something precious?
Why
do we try to color away our perceived imperfections?
Seeing tarnish instead of brilliance?
Why
do we listen so intently to what the world says “should be”?
And
sadly try too hard to be something we were never meant to be?
Whose
approval is it we are seeking anyway?
And
in the striving for this ever-elusive approval,
What
are we truly missing?
I don’t want to miss
the beauty in this moment.
None
of these moments are ever a promise,
But
each, a precious gift
From
The One
Who is painting silver-beauty
Into
my life.
“Since my youth, God, you have taught me,
and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God
till I declare Your power to the next generation,
Your mighty acts to all who are to come.”
~ Psalm 71:17-18
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