As I sat this morning drinking my coffee, I began to ponder on the things that needed attention today. I grabbed one of my braids and the thought of making this a shampoo day occurred to me. Immediately Proverbs 16:31 came to my thoughts as they began to drift.

The Memories

My mind recalled an old dressing table. Looking into the mirror was the reflection of my great grandmother, Willie. Sitting on the bench in my pink gown she began to brush my hair. I had very thick and long hair; with bundles of tangles. She was always gentle brushing my hair. Never did a tear fall from eyes, or a shout of pain from my mouth. Once she was done I would jump on the edge of her bed, watching and waiting.

She would sit at the dressing table; with silver hair wrapped around her head like a crown, and dressed in a white gown ready for bed . As she reached up to remove her hair pins, a braid from each side of her head would fall. With anticipation I would watch as the dismantled braids became wavy streams of hair; draping below the bench. The wait was over, and it was my turn to brush her hair.

Reflection

I delayed posting this blog for a few days because it seemed pointless. It’s just like God take the time to deal with what we consider to be small things in our lives. Let me explain: I have very dark brown, wavy hair that extends to just below my waist. I cringe at the thought of what color my hair would be if I did not color my roots. My mind associates gray hair with all the bad that comes with age. Becoming old turns my imaginations to things like being useless, alone, sickness, death, and just simply boring. Needless to say the Lord had a fear He wanted to deal with.

The Lesson

In the book of Timothy, Paul gives credit to Lois for the kind of man Timothy is. Lois, a Jewish follower of Yeshua, was his grandmother. She is often seen as an example of how grandmothers can build a Godly heritage.

Let us not forget about the story of Anna in Luke. This was a widow of purpose who prophesied of Jesus at the temple. This amazing woman at the age of 105 years was strong, driven, steadfast, and dare I say feisty.

Conclusion

God does not toss us aside as we grow old. I would imagine that the older we get the more intimate we will become in our relationship with God. If we are willing to continue the fight and press forward, the adventures are yet to come. I suspect when I’m laid to rest, my head will have a braided crown of gray hair.