Some are our mothers by birth, adoption, or marriage. Others are grandmas, aunts, and sisters. While others are mentors and friends. Women who have poured into the lives of boys and girls, men and women.

    I laughed because gray hair was now a possibility for me; it was no longer this foreign concept that alluded me. I like the fact that God is essentially declaring that He isn’t absent in our old age; however, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why doesn’t God rescue us from growing old?”