Recently, I saw a Facebook post asking how you know when you’re old. A few days later, the words from a couple of my grand littles came to mind: “MiMi, what are those lines on your lips?” and then another, “MiMi, why does your neck have cracks?”
I had noticed the lines in my lips but had so far ignored the cracks in my neck. (giggles) The perspective of littles can be quite entertaining, even enlightening at times. So I concluded that, yes, my body is getting old, at least in the eyes of the very young. But my spirit stands firmly against the idea. There is still so much life to be lived. I simply cannot be defined by the idea of being old! Then I remembered:
Gray hair is a crown of glory;
it is gained by living a godly life.
Interestingly, my grand littles did not recently comment on the lightness of my hair, although one said a couple of years ago that I had pink hair, you know, that lovely mix of a previously brilliant redhead fading into the blonde-white glory of a grandmother. Perhaps I am fortunate that my grand littles did not see my hair when it was brighter!
So, whether you’ve reached the age of graying hair or are yet to arrive, what kind of example are you living? When your grand littles observe your features, your actions and attitudes, what will they see? With the Lord’s help, the graying hair will shine as a crown of glory gained by having lived a godly life. And may our prayer align with the words the psalmist penned so well:
Now that I am old and gray,
do not abandon me, O God.
Let me proclaim your power
to this new generation,
your mighty miracles
to all who come after me.
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