Stray Eyebrows, Grey Hair, And Gravity’s Effect on My Spiritual Life

Tim and I just moved back to Nashville last week, and our bathroom mirror is a lot bigger than it was in our apartment in Illinois. The lighting is also better, well, let’s just say it’s brighter, and evidently this has had an effect on my mental well-being in the subsequent days after moving into our new place.

I wake up.

I walk to the bathroom and turn on the light.

And I stare.

I stare for an uncomfortably long time at the big mirror with the brighter lights and I realize things aren’t what they used to be.

I understand. I’m only 33. Beauty is not a number, nor is it even really what can be reflected in a mirror. But let’s take a moment and say this isn’t about beauty.

It’s about gravity and yes, those two hairs my friend Kat saw when she cut my hair really are grey, and why is there an eyebrow hair growing half an inch away from my eyebrow? When did that tooth shift over, and where did these valleys of lines under my eyes come from? And even though I pretty much have weighed the same over the last five years, why are certain things larger and certain things smaller and is that lotion really working?

Age

It’s not that I’m freaked out necessarily, but if anything, these slight modifications in my appearance which seems to have happened quite literally overnight reinforce the fact that I am 33.

As we were unpacking boxes, I stumbled across an old Bible study I did when I was 21. It asked what limitations, if any, I felt were placed on me. “My age,” I wrote, knowing people just didn’t take 21 year olds seriously. And now I look back 12 years at my 21-year-old perfectly toned memory and I wish I could tell her just how much she could actually do and how much to savor every moment of being 21 (anti-gravity superpowers included).

33 is not old, but it is different and being married to a 33 year old and doing things like “meeting with an attorney to discuss business taxes” and “getting my cholesterol checked” and “taking a lot of vitamins in the morning” are making me realize that yes, I am older. And I’ve been to enough Women of Faith events and heard Anita Renfroe enough times to have a biological road map created in my mind on where I can expect more things on my body to move to. When I was in my twenties I used to find her comments on growing older funny but now that I’m in my thirties I find them slightly terrifying.

And I’m getting off track again (it’s just that it really seemed to happen overnight so I’m still in a little bit of shock this morning) but it also helps me recognize no matter how many years I have left, if it’s 33 more or 66 more, I don’t want to look in a mirror and ever feel regret. 

It’s okay if I feel fear, feel surprise, feel shock, feel horror, feel humor, yes. All of those things I accept (with only a little bit of bargaining with God).

But regret? Lord, help me. No. Please help me and my slowly declining estrogen make each day count for something beautiful and lovely for You.

Comments

6 responses to “Stray Eyebrows, Grey Hair, And Gravity’s Effect on My Spiritual Life”

  1. Nikki Bowers Avatar
    Nikki Bowers

    Interesting blog. When I first began to age, I was really scared. But, now that I am 41, I am looking at aging differently. As I grow older and my friends begin to suffer from strokes cancer, etc. I celebrate being alive. Fully alive. I do not know what is around the corner. I am not promised tomorrow. I do have now. And now is good. As I age, I care less about my appearance and more on my relationships. God has brought me through many things and now I see how He brings Beauty from the ashes. True beauty. Strength. Wisdom. I celebrate!

  2. Anita Avatar
    Anita

    You’re welcome. :)

  3. Hope Avatar

    One day I walked into a new coffee shop and went to the bathroom. I have no idea why the lighting in there made such a difference but it illuminated a multitude of mustache hairs. I asked myself why didn’t my friends tell me they were there?! I wished for a pair of tweezers in that moment, that’s for sure.

    It is a sobering thing to age as it’s a reminder that our time here is limited. I’ve often told God I just want to be an 84 year old grandma – the kind whose countenance is full of wisdom, mercy and compassion. I have long thought of aging as a privilege as not everyone gets to experience it. A year ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer and I changed my prayer to be a 54 year old grandma. My first grandchild is due any day. I am incredibly grateful.

  4. DDF Avatar
    DDF

    Relax… You look great. My advice to you now that you’re in Nashville. Get in a good community of faith lots of women your age and lots of women 20-30 years older than you, more the later. The older girls need you to tell them they are beautiful and wise and funny and you need them to put their arms around you and say, “Anne, you’re beautiful, honey. Chill out, girl.”

  5. Linda@Creekside Avatar

    oh honey … just wait til you’re 58!

    ;-}

    and we realize that what defines us dwells heart-deep, not on our hips or in the mirror’s harsh glare.