Dyed

Had to hide the grey. I know it doesn't change ME, my heart or anything that matters but feel so much more like me without white streaks all through my hair. But God know every hair on my head, the original and the dyed colour.
He is also saddened and broken-hearted by what He sees us doing to ourselves and each other.

Almighty God, you are a father to the fatherless, defender of widows; you place the lonely in families. Grant your people the wisdom and courage to be and do the same. (Based on Psalm 68:5–6.)