“Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.” –verse 30
As a woman in my thirties, I watch the vigor of youth leave from around my eyes–replaced by “experience lines”. A morning hair-brushing reveals the increasing numbers of no-longer-dark-brown hairs–and I laugh at the innocence of youth that prayed that, when the time came, could my “gray” hair not be gray? But white instead? Well, God gave me that one–and not only are they stark white, they stand proudly in their whiteness, refusing to allow any other color to taint their wisdom. The aches of a body remembering the injuries of an athletic youth arise with me in the morning.
We cannot stop time. All the lotions and potions and surgeries may mask true age, but the body still matures. Thankfully, if applied to the wisdom of the Lord, the spirit matures as well. Where the skin may wrinkle, the experience that created the wrinkles emerges–and wiser decisions are made.
Rather than cursing the sands of time, maybe we should welcome the crown of wisdom.