Regularly mistaken for twenty-two, or even eighteen years old, but there’s that one white hair. Worked at a nursing home for six months or so, and voila! There’s that one white hair. (Who says it isn’t catching?) Thinking how beautiful iridescent silver is on my mom’s dark head…and then there’s that one white hair. (So glad it’s catching!) Wondering, as I shed strand after strand, how I could possibly have any hair left… but after a year and a half, that one white hair’s still there. (And joined by three or four more).
Matthew 5:36. Makes me think about God’s sovereignty: I can’t choose silvery white or jet black; He creates it His way. Makes me think about God’s care: I can only count the white ones; He counts them all.
Reminds me of my work assignment this week: studying tear bottles. Did you know that some people actually collected tears? It was a Victorian mourning custom. And the practice of wives and sweethearts while they waited for their Civil War soldiers to return home. And 19th century missionaries and civil servants saw it done in Persia and Egypt. People crying. Other people taking bits of cotton to collect the tears. And squeezing those tears into tiny bottles to keep.
Revelation 21:4. A couple months ago, as I was crying bitterly from a mixture of jet lag and the onslaught of responsibility, I was listening to a song in Hebrew. “He will wipe…every tear…from their eyes.” And it struck me: that’s God’s heart! I may have to cry right now, but He can’t wait until He can wipe them all away.
Psalm 56:8. Meanwhile, God collects tears. He collects my tears. He knows each one!
Just like He knows about that white hair on my head.
What a neat post! I can really relate to that “little white hair”! Where in the world do they come from?
I don’t think I’ll ever look at that verse about the LORD knowing all the hairs on our head, again the same way! Very interesting about the tear bottles! Thanks!
Blessings and Shalom!