My Late Forties

Today, I enter my late forties. I’m good with this. Never having been one of those people who will celebrate the “anniversary of her 29th birthday,” I am content to carry my age with me. The gray hair? I’ve totally earned it. 🙂

The book of Proverbs says this:

Gray hair is a crown of splendor;
it is attained in the way of righteousness. – Proverbs 16:31

Not my best look, right?

Not my best look, right?

Now, I know I am only human and haven’t always walked as I should have, pertaining to righteousness. I’ve blown it in big ways and small over the decades. The gray hair on my head is a tribute as much to genetics as to anything else, I’m sure.

Still, I laugh at it; sending pictures to my mother that make me look like a storybook grandmother with glasses halfway down my nose and the grays highlighted by light through the window. It amuses me.

I’m classified with the Older Women of Titus 2:

Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good.  Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.

It’s cool, to me. As a firstborn daughter, I was always the one expected to be the example to those younger than I. If I am serving as such to someone, somewhere, then I am grateful.

I would like to think that the years have lent me perspective, so that I can see the humor in a situation when it’s needed and be able to provide another point of view when there is conflict or confusion. Not because I’m all that and a bag of chips, but because it’s the privilege of everyone who can be of service to someone else to do so, I think. The experiences we have had in life should serve to help others. It’s one way that God can bring good out of even the most horrible of times.

So here I sit, finishing a really good cup of coffee this morning as I turn the big 4-7. 😉 My life is nothing at all like I thought it would be thirty years ago, nor twenty years ago.  And you know what? This makes me very happy. 🙂



  1. WyndyDee · May 20, 2013

    You are rockin’ that look girl! Happy Birthday!

    • Sandi · May 21, 2013

      LOL Thanks, WyndyDee. 🙂 My mother thought the glasses were a nice touch.

  2. lissabryan · May 20, 2013

    I’ll turn 36 in July. I thought, maybe, by this time I’d feel like a “grown up,” but it still hasn’t happened. It was a shock, last time I visited my True Love’s old college town, to realize I no longer blend in with the students. This realization came when a nice young fellow asked me if I had a son or daughter attending the university.

    I do color my hair, but it’s mostly for fun. I started going gray in my late teens, so I had plenty of time to get used to it. My only complaint is that the gray hair is coarser than my “normal” hair, and wiry… it’s like having fishing line growing out of my head.

    • Sandi · May 20, 2013

      Hi, Lissa!

      Gray hair can be obnoxious (daughter of a beautician, here, lol) and most of the women in my family prefer to color theirs. They look fantastic, as do you. 🙂

  3. Jack Flacco · May 21, 2013

    I started graying when I was in my early 20’s. Yup. My dad started earlier than that. He was 18. No matter what the outside looks like, my insides always think like a teenager too immature to have a driver’s license! I’m almost fully gray in my later 40’s, but that’s okay. I came to accept my gray in my early 30’s. I take it as a sign of wisdom and honor. Ha, I had to convince myself somehow! 😉

    • Sandi · May 22, 2013

      Hey, that’s good. 🙂

      Early 20’s, huh? Well, you LOOK old enough to drive. 😀

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