Thursday, February 4, 2016

nineteen and a pixiecut

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. 

Friday, January 15, 2016

eight months later

Guess who's been away for awhile? You may or may not have noticed, but it's been over eight months since I posted anything over here.

Lots of things happened in 2015. Lots of good things, lots of hard things. It was definitely a year of growth. And sometimes life is challenging enough to make it from day to day and you don't want to tell about it in words. I think I probably cried most in 2015 than I did any other year, but there was also much laughter. Through it all, I got stronger and through it all, He is good.

I quit my coffee making job at Harvest and went to go help a camp in New York start a coffee shop. Their coffee shop plan didn't go as expected and I ended up working in housekeeping. I learned a lot about waiting on the Lord; simply sitting in silence. I shot some of my first weddings in 2015. The people I got to work with were wonderful. I met Traci and Matt, who've become some of my best friends. I started dating Johnathan, the guy who was always there for me, wrote songs and read his Bible in the corner of Harvest every day after school. Then came over to talk about guitars with me because apparently he liked me. I certainly don't deserve a guy like him. I've watched and photographed those three (Matt, Traci, John) making great music and maybe will get to be apart of it soon. My family moved away and I moved away from my Shelbyville town and into this Louisville city. (Which I actually love.) I got to spend more time with Hannah, in person this time. Right now I get to chase my photography dream (still working away at Kendra Lynne Photography and enrolled in NYIP's wedding photo course) and work odd jobs here and there. That's just bits of what's happened.

Life is full of twists and pulls; of scary leaps of faith and long nights of waiting. I'm learning to breathe more and laugh harder, to stop thinking about everything and live this one life we are given.

photos from a recent trip to Knoxville. it was cold and dreary but laughs with old friends made it better. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

full life

I guess it's been awhile since you've blogged when you realize that half the photos you added in the post were ones you've used before . . . and the all the blogs that you follow have so many new posts it would take days to read them all.

Life lately has been full: full of fresh understanding, of discoveries, of trials (or as a friends says, "opportunities for integrity", of constant change, of music, of good cries, of winter welcoming spring, of photographs and of wonderful people to share all the fulness with. Sometimes it seems too much and maybe that's because I overthink while being emotional at the same time. but ya know, it's okay to take things one day at a time and most of the time that's all we can do.