Bright Spots in Dark Days

I'll be honest, yesterday was no 'Sunshine and Daisy's' day.
I was aggravated - discouraged - down.
I managed to mumb-bumble through it.
I still wasn't feeling it this morning.
Especially when I stumbled my way into the bathroom, squinted through eyes that refused to open all of the way, and spotted a single, bright, shiny gray streak lying right on top of the uber-dark mop I call hair.
My eyes finally finished opening.
There was no denying it.
It wasn't blond. It wasn't a trick of the light. It wasn't even half-gray.
From root to tip, it stood out like a pus filled zit on a supermodel.

I spent some time considering how to fix this problem. But my thoughts moved on from there: now that gray's are starting to rear their heads, I should probably start breaking out the wrinkle creams... (an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, you know.) they could already be starting and I just haven't noticed - and wrinkles and sagging skin are a lot harder to get rid of than a gray hair.
I've only been married a year.
Everyone says I looks 15.
So does this mean I'm going to jump from looking 15 straight to 59 and miss the part where I actually get to look like a woman in my 20's!!?
I'm never even going to get the chance to look sexy for my husband!!!! People will go from thinking that I'm his kid sister to his Mother!!!

I moped my way to work and got everything cranked up and running for the day. While I was sitting there with my Charlie Brown going on, I noticed a truck pulling by slowly.
My thought: "Oh no... a customer already. I'm still recovering from the train wreck that was yesterday; I haven't had any sort of coffee/tea AND I discovered a gray hair. I need to smile. Lord, I can't smile. Help me smile."
When the man came in, I managed a smile (by the grace of God) and said good morning. (It wasn't his fault I wasn't running 100%. I didn't want to ruin anyone else's day by wallering in my mully-grubs.) The first thing out of his mouth was "Wow, now that's a pretty smile first thing in the morning!" (And he wasn't being sarcastic! He was serious - and no, he wasn't hitting on me! He was just giving a compliment.) I chatted with him for a little while and it was the most enjoyable and encouraging conversation! At one point he said "You know, your parents must be very proud, you're a wonderful young woman and you can tell you're a Christian. I mean that as a compliment."  and I took it as a compliment. I told him thank you and that it was wonderful to hear that. He said "Well, maybe God wanted me to come here today to tell you that - you never know."

God knew - and He knew I'd understand just the message He was sending.
Perfect timing as always.

Peace, love, and a few extra bright rays of love