The Bible makes many references to how a head of gray hairs is gained through wisdom, is a crown of glory etc.

I noticed in the mirror that I’m developing a few more gray hairs than I thought.  I’m developing a little crown.

I’m a worrier.  I think the best Italians are.  We worry about death, about jobs, about providing, about homes, about others and about food.  We worry about things that don’t even matter.

God tells us not to worry though.  God tells us tomorrow will take care of itself.  God tells us he will provide, he will make a way.  God doesn’t work quickly.  What is happening tomorrow is thousands of years in the making.

I think my gray hairs are worry lines.  They are the tell-tale signs that I’m thinking way too much about tomorrow, and not enough about savoring today.

I need to let God be God, and enjoy the day he’s given me.  Maybe I can put off this crown a little while longer.