Getting Older

Getting older
Last week I had to solve another BIG hurdle with getting older (please note the BIG emphasis on the last two letters! Very important to me!)
But to keep you in suspense about my latest issue, today I’ll tell you about my very first big issue with it. And you might have guessed it: Coloring my hair! I’m one of those that got her grey/white hair very early on. I was in my mid twenties. Mid-twenties! There was just no way I would let that take over my head! At that point I still had long hair and needed 2 packages of hair coloring to do my hair. What a mess! What a time-consuming job. And yes, sometimes I didn’t get all the spots on my head, especially the back was so hard to do by myself.
But thankfully, the older I got the shorter my hair got! And so this job got easier as well. Well, how do you pick your color? At first, of course, I tried to stay as close to my natural hair color as possible. But the longer I colored, the more bolder I got! Why not try this color, or that one? And if you know me and my creative vibe, it did not take too long and I was experimenting with all kind of shades. And I don’t know how I got on that path of copper, but I did. Now I’ll let you in on a secret of my mine: I don’t like red hair. No. Not at all. And since red hair runs in my ex-husband’s family, the moment I got married, I started praying to God to please not let my kids have red hair. And you know, my God does have a sense of humor! He’s got a BIG sense of humor! Did he answer my prayers? He most certainly did. In a big way. None of my three kids have red hair! BUT…
It was after a church function in Ilvesheim, Germany, when my brother walked over to me and had this huge grin on his face because he had just been asked who that woman was, the woman with the red hair. Guess who he meant? ME!!! In all my experimentation with hair color I had not realized that my hair had gotten lighter and redder with each shade of copper I had chosen. Oh my, what a shocker! The woman with the red hair! I prayed from the bottom of my heart for my kids not to have red hair and here I was with the head full of red hair…
I’m sure God smiled at me and maybe had a really good laugh at this. What can I tell you, within days I had changed my hair color as close to my original color as I possibly could: black!
But you know, this just showed me how dangerous small gradual changes can be. Well, what’s a little shade lighter? But it shifts my consciousness of things. I see myself in the mirror everyday and I get used to this shade of copper, right? What’s the big deal? But then comes this wake up call, like a bucket of cold water over my head, and I look again in the mirror and, yeah, I do have red hair. And the really sad part is I didn’t even realize it. It’s not just sad, it’s scary to me. Because when I look at other things in my life, at some of my opinions or some of my convictions, do I still keep an objective eye on them or have they shifted? Are the borders that God has set in my life still in place or have I shifted them as well? When I look in the mirror, do I really see myself or am I too distracted and too busy to realize the changes?
Here are the lyrics of a great song by Casting Crowns that came to my mind when I was writing this. I know this is a long post, but please don’t miss the words of this song. And if you get a chance, listen to it, it’s got a nice melody as well. Here are the lyrics:
“SLOW FADE” by Casting Crowns

Be careful little eyes what you see
It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you’re thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see

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