This year lent seems to be less about what I'm going to do for God but what God is doing in me. On Ash Wednesday, I chopped off hair that I've had long since I was 14. I donated my long braid to Locks of Love. I was trying to figure out something that I could give of myself that would push me. My hair has been a big part of who I am. It is a source of comfort. (I think only girls that wear long hair can fully appreciate this). It has also been a symbol of respect to tradition and to culture. So, giving it up has been an act of trust that God would fill all these new spaces of my identity.God has come so strongly into my life that I hardly even notice my missing hair. I had planned to stop being so involved with church so as to spend the season of Lent in prayer and study. God had different plans... I'm more involved with church now than I ever have been and it is really pushing me to grow. I find myself in ministry and with the responsibilities of ministry. Its a big responsibility and makes me know why Moses said -- "I'm not sure if I'm the right guy" I keep wanting to say that. But, ah, that's why it's lent.
