Fresh haircut, new license, full of hope
I got a haircut last week.
I figured I’d take a little off the top and “get my ears lowered,” a little freshening, definition and “sassiness,” as I generally instruct my hairdresser, who I affectionately refer to as “Edward Scissorhands.”
After all, I needed a trim because I was about to get my driver’s license renewed, and that means, like it or not, you have to get a new picture taken.
Who wants a permanent bad hair day spanning years on an official form of identification you have to use now and again, often presenting it to total strangers for inspection to validate that you are really, truly you?
So I scratched off my to-do list first the haircut to put my best face and head forward, then the trip to the driver’s license bureau, a place I haven’t been to in four years, not since the last time I was there doing the exact same thing.
And it occurred to me — a lot can happen in four years, a lot can change, good and bad.
It can be something as simple as losing a few pounds, which has been the case for me, I’m happy to report.
Or it can be as complex and life-changing as losing a parent, which also has been the case for me.
But one thing hasn’t changed.
I haven’t lost hope. If anything, I have more of it.
I’m still a person of faith, increased faith, greater faith.
I believe Christ died for me as he did for you.
He loves you. He loves me.
And today on this Easter Sunday, I’m on board to be at the annual sunrise service at the shelter house at Richmond Park to celebrate that, to realize I’m not worthy, I’m not deserving, but I’m accepting of that sweet message of hope.
I’ve said “yes” to the offer for the new life that acceptance promises, a purpose-driven one where I continue to learn how to let go of the steering wheel, to move over to the passenger side and to let God be the driving force in my life.
Yes, I’m reluctant at times, too often I’m sorry to say, but I keep discovering and learning that God has a plan for my life as he does for all of us if we’re interested.
With him as our GPS, we’ll never be lost. I’m reminded of Proverbs 16:9 here — “A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.”
There’s a new ministry unfolding at Richmond United Methodist Church at 112 S. Sugar St. It’s called Counted, which is laying the foundation for an informal brief weekday service open to all, whether you’re new to the church experience or been away from it.
A second preview service will be held in the fellowship hall on Wednesday, beginning at 6:30 p.m. Come if you like.
I’ll be there, fresh haircut, new license, full of hope.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)