A Gray Hair – Yikes!

Gray Hair

I recently heard a news report about some young women (in their 20’s and 30’s) who dyed their hair gray. They liked the mature, sophisticated look of silvery gray or even white locks. No doubt about it, the women in the report looked good. I did note, though, those women still had 20 and 30 year-old, non-wrinkled faces. Wow…where was that trend when I was younger?

My hair color was not anything I gave much thought when I was younger. Instead, I focused mainly on the really important things in my life—the Lord, love, laughter, and, of course, laundry. Fifteen or twenty years ago, however, I was going to my high school reunion and turned my slightly gray hair back to its original color. Thus it began. I enjoyed my new-found time together with my hair dresser. I certainly couldn’t let those roots show.

Several years ago, I was out-of-town and missed my hair appointment. Before I knew it, my roots were more than showing, and I let the gray overtake the brunette. I’m happy with my gray hair and am excited it is now considered “in.” Now, if wrinkles and a few extra pounds would only become trendy….

Thank you, Lord, for healthy heads of hair on all who have survived chemotherapy and cancer.




Is my Lizard Clean?

Life is a lot like laundry for a large family—a real mixture. Some of it is dirty; some of it is lily white. Okay, eventually my lily whites turn a dingy gray. Sometimes my life, too, has a few dingy, gray days, events, or even people in it.

Laughter and love help in life and in the laundry room. The Lord helps, too. Sometimes it is hard to find the laughter in life. Those are the times to trust God and quit trying to direct the show.

There was no laughter in the laundry room the day I found the live lizard under the pile of dirty clothes. My children, though, thought it funny. Now, twenty-five years later, I smile when I remember that day.

Thank you, Lord, for my children and washing machine.