When I was in my early 30s, I lived in an apartment complex where I often saw an older woman with gray hair walking briskly and confidently down the sidewalk. She was tall, slim, and always seemed to smile slightly. Though she dressed well, it was her long, gray, Afro locks swinging below her shoulders that I most admired. Or maybe it was the combination of it all. It gave me joy to see her.
I thought, I’m going to wear my hair just like that and step with confidence when I get old. Another time at a fashion show, the young models did their thing. But at the finale, out stepped an older, gray-haired model, dressed to the hilt, smiling and high strutting like no other. At the sight of her, the crowd erupted in applause. She had assuredness without arrogance. Coming center stage, she displayed her apparel with swirling feet and clothes, and the crowd roared even more. And like the other woman, she had clearly taken care of her physical health and well-being. Embracing the blessing of long life.
Those memorable incidents were almost 40 years ago. And today, I step confidently wherever I go, knowing the love and support of God. I may not always have my locks spiraling down but mostly pulled back in a curly bun, but I love the gray that God gave me, the fortune of aging, and the wisdom gained from life experiences.
“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness” Proverbs 16:31.
Think about it.
