This morning, I asked the Lord to bring to remembrance the miracles He has done in my life. He answered—quietly, gently—through a single silver thread.
Dear Diary,
Today, I noticed my first gray hair. For some, it might be a sign of aging, something to dread or hide. But for me, it was a sacred reminder: a marker of mercy, a whisper of God’s faithfulness through the years.
My mother passed away at 31, when I was just four years old. For a long time, I lived with the quiet fear that I might never see the days she didn’t live to see. But here I am—alive, thriving, growing older. Who would have thought I would live long enough to witness the wisdom of gray?
I have lived, and I continue to live well. Not because life has been easy, but because God has been faithful. That single strand of gray was not a sign of decay, but a banner of His goodness. Truly, He is a wonder-working God.
“Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”
Isaiah 46:4 (NIV)
Wells of Wonder 