A Little Bit of Gray Hair...

Yesterday I was raising little children.  Today I qualify for the senior discount at the grocery store.  Yesterday I could tote a young child around with one arm and carry a couple loads of groceries with the other.  Today, a little bit of shoveling causes my arms to ache and I must ask for help with carrying things.  It's breathtaking what can happen in such a short time.  Although many women my age are dying the gray out of their hair, I've decided to embrace it.  I wish I could say that this is symbolic of embracing the aging process, but I have to admit that it's mostly because I'm lazy and cheap.  In truth, I sometimes envy the youthful look of those who turn back time by putting the color back in their hair.  I didn't realize how much I took that youthfulness for granted until I began losing it.  

"But though our outer man is decaying, 

yet our inner man is being renewed day by day.  

For momentary light affliction is producing in us 

an eternal weight of glory far beyond comparison 

while we look not at the things which are seen, 

but at the things which are not seen.  

For the things which are seen are temporal, 

but the things which are unseen are eternal."

1 Corinthians 4:16-18

So it appears that my vision needs adjusting.  I see gray hair, but I need to see instead the daily inner renewal.  When my focus is on aches and pains, I need to put on a different lens and see the eternal weight of glory that those afflictions are producing.  I've always been near-sighted.  It's time to become far-sighted.