I mean it. What is up with my hair? I have straight hair, as evidenced here.


And here. I’m that cutie in the bottom right.


I had perms when those were popular, because my hair was straight. The only whiff of possible curl were the waves that would appear when my locks were rained on. No one told me that in my forties my hair might decide to completely change it’s nature and become curly. I’m a homeschool mom and ministry wife. I do not have time to learn how to style a whole new type of hair!

Also, no one told me that I would regress mentally. This week it took me four days to remember the word “pretentious.” Four days it lingered on the edge of my mind without coming into focus. As a writer, nothing irritates more than not being able to bring to mind the exact word for any given sentence. Not to mention, I possess the emotional stability of a premenstrual teenage girl. And more seriously, long buried hurts are reemerging as fresh wounds.

When I reached my forties, I thought I had life and my faith all figured out. All my challenges would be handled with aplomb honed by years of experience. Now that I’m on the downside to fifty, I realize I will never have things figured out. There will always be new lessons to learn. I will continue to mature until I leave this world. I’m grateful I do not have to navigate this time of change by myself. I thankful for a loving heavenly Father that guides my way. My life may not be in control, but I know that He’s got it firmly in hand.

“And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.” Philippians 1:6

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