When those light-colored strands showed up in my dark blond hair, I turned to the bottle. (Hair dye, not alcohol!) I checked regularly for that distinct line of natural color showing at the roots and quickly covered it with a more flattering shade. Once I started this routine, I became addicted. I worried that I would look “old” with gray hair.
Once, I tried letting it grow out. Instead of a few strands, the gray hairs had multiplied to half my hair. I earned every one of those gray hairs but felt insecure about them and returned to the bottle. (again, Hair dye!)
When I found out I was going to be a grandmother, I decided it was time to give up the faux color. I expected the blond to now be all gray. To my surprise, when the dye was gone I was sporting a head of snow white hair with silver highlights. Was I ready for this?
In my past, I was anxious about my hair, my weight, how I dressed; basically everything. I Peter 5:7 says, “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” I gave my fear of what people thought to my Lord and am now able to accept myself as God made me; even white hair. The freedom to be happy with my appearance has given me an unexpected joy.
Is there something that you worry about? How can you free yourself from it?
When I saw you last week: I thought your hair looked better than ever! And your big smile and happy eyes completed the picture of a lovely, talented, happy-with-who-she-is lady. You are awesome, Nancey.