I'm nineteen today and I cut off all my hair two days ago. I think people assume either something tragic happened or I have some new resolution that made me cut my hair. I would include a photo but I can't seem to be able to upload a smaller photo of it and I don't think anyone wants to see a huge photo of my face filling up the whole blog (it might be scary). So here's a photo of my friend Natalie when it snowed and everything was pretty.
I decided to go to downtown Nashville today. There's something wonderful about cities (especially when they have good coffee and good country music). After getting up early and touring the Johnny Cash museum, I've now been writing in a coffeeshop for a few hours. Oh you know . . . drinking a latte, ignoring my phone and thinking about the meaning of life -- typical Kendra style.
But I was studying in Romans and seeing how short, how fleeting our lives are. They must be meant for something more. I have doubts about who I am and what I do; I beat down on myself. It's selfish. A person who believes that they are weak and can never do anything worthwhile is not someone who is going to be good at what they do. They aren't someone who is going to love people recklessly. Instead of beating down and being hard on ourselves, let's realize that yes, we are weak but we have a strong Savior. His saving keeps us from being fragile and gives us courage. Courage to love, courage to start over, courage to try again, courage to hope in something big.
What am I afraid of? I have one life; you have one life. Let's live it with courage.