I had contemplated it for several years, taking the hair dye off my shopping list. I could feel the frustration, that I had not yet buried the time consuming effort of dying my beautiful dark brown hair. Sure, there were times when I paid someone to do it, but more times than not I did it at home; dark brown dye blobs all along my hair line! If not cleaned off effectively, leaving those around would “give the game away.” Rub! Rub! Rub! Big wonder I never had a dermal flood!
I wasn’t even that old when my hair started to turn gray. I really didn’t mind it at first, especially when I thought of how beautiful my mother’s and my two oldest sister’s gray hair is. My other sister, next in age to me, and myself, were the only ones in our family who were dying our hair. But as the gray spots grew wider and longer I started to hate them.
While I was still in the “valley of decision” I would pay special attention to women who had gray hair, especially those with my skin color. When the opportunity arose, at the gym, standing in line at the Post Office, or even at the hairdressers, I would initiate a conversation to gain insight into dumping the hair dye.
Two years have now gone by since I dyed my hair. The last time I did so was in 2015 while visiting family abroad. It wasn’t an easy journey at first, and it’s a very personal one. As I look at my hair in some of my photographs during that process I cannot help but smile! I have to say though that putting an end to hair dying has been the most liberating journey I have ever made! So liberating that I often wonder why I did not heed my conviction much earlier! A few months ago while I was at my hairdresser’s a lady came running over to me and said “Do you mind if I tell you that your hair is very beautiful! My sisters and I are trying hard to stop dying our hair.” And yes, you guessed it! It was an opportunity for persuasion and affirmation that I felt I did not want to miss!
Proverbs16:31 – The gray head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.