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Name: Helen
Birthday: 8/13/1989
Interests: knitting, watching movies, starting books, traveling, listening to music, eating, dancing with myself
Expertise: i don't have a specific area... but more often than not, when there is a job to be done, people say, "helen can do it." and i come to save the day; i take every chance i get to use my cape and superhero music.
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  helensmelenhead
Member Since:
9/30/2002
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| think outside the bun
no, i did not receive this as a proposal. i just thought it was
funny and somewhat untraditional, while still being classy.
heh. i think of myself as a pretty traditional kind of gal, even
as i do fully appreciate unconventional, edgy, pop-influenced
trends. it's a mixed bag, really. just like this sign we
came across at Target the other day.
that's all i got for today, ladies and gents.
lovelove,
the one
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| exposedi was at the end of a long day of air travel and started to undo my
pants and realized, to my shock and horror, that they were already
undone. my fly was wide open. XYZ, helen. i was sure
that (many) people had probably gotten a free show all the way from
Florida to Colorado. geez. THEN on my return trip, i was
wearing a skirt (one without a fly, ha). but it was a knee length
flowy skirt on an clumsy helen climbing up shakey stairs onto a puddle
jumper plane... on a VERY windy day... something had to give, and it
did. rather than falling down the steps backward, i let my skirt
go, and i'm pretty sure whoever was looking on got a pretty good
marilyn monroe pose from the back. geez.
pretty good bookends for the DAR program
at MTI, i must say. it was a week of debriefing and renewing, and
it was great for my soul. and there were certainly times of
exposure. all of us participants taking a look back, exposing all
the hurt and difficulty of this broken world, and healing one
another. God's plan and redemption and love and glory are really
incredible.
lovelove,
fly on the wall
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| packing and unpacking10 different airports, 4 different countries, crossing 9 time zones,
sleeping in 6 different beds, and hugging hundreds of hugs. all
within one month's time. i've packed and unpacked my few bags
more times than i can count... and i think i've finally fully unpacked
my life today for the first time since January 3rd. for a couple
months since then, i had had my things sprinkled liberally down the
east coast of the States, as well as the east coast of Africa.
and who knows where that one piece of luggage that AirTran lost
is. maybe vacationing somewhere in Tonga.
as much as people might aspire to be world travellers, i don't think
they intend to do it in such a haphazard way and in such a short amount
of time. unless they're stupid.
with that said, i'm insanely grateful for these trips, because to me,
they meant much more than simply traveling. i think over the last
month, there has been much more healing, closure, love, peace, depth of
relationship, and breadth of God's grace-ful plan than i would choose
to blog about.
instead, i will leave you with this. i bought groceries
today. i mean, everything from milk, veggies, and eggs to
ketchup, pasta, and oil. i don't know if you can really get the
significance of this, but it is a huge deal. huge! i mean,
i literally danced around the kitchen after i put away all the
food. what this means to me is that i get to stay here (in FL)
for longer than a week. i'm allowed to rest my head here.
and i'm really looking forward to some rest.
lovelove,
beloved
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| twists and turnsif you had told me in December what was in store over the next few
months, i would never have believed you. i would never have
imagined how the political situation would unfold, i would never have
thought i'd make a trip to America, i would never have been prepared
for all the changes that keep coming up.
in January, i thought i was going to be visiting the States for 4 weeks and then going back to Kenya as a CMF missionary.
in February, i thought i was spending some additional time in Maryland
to heal and rest. now, March, i am preparing to move down to
Florida as a NMSI missionary, having
resigned from CMF. i had spent a month or so packing a trunk full
of stuff to take with me to Kenya. and now, rather suddenly, i'm
not returning to my home there. the decision has certainly been a
long time coming, but i had not expected it to be made so soon.
transitions, particularly ones that you don't feel exactly ready to
make, suck.
i went down to NMSI last week to see friends and to get more acquainted
with the place i am moving to. i took one suitcase and one
trunk. the suitcase had almost my whole wardrobe, some jewelry,
toiletries... just all the stuff that made me feel like me. and
AirTran lost it. it's been gone for... oh... 13 days now.
sometimes i can't believe my life. i am not extraordinarily
attached to my stuff, but losing everything i own twice in 15 months is
kind of cruel and unusual. according to me.
i suppose it is symbolic of getting to start all over again. a
new life with a new organization in a new part of the world, growing
new relationships, doing new work... but all serving the same perfect, loving, faithful God.
lovelove,
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| a wrinkle in timei hate to iron. i think it mainly has to do with the fact that
i'm terrible at it. it takes me half an hour to iron one shirt,
and at the end of all the effort, the stinking thing is not much better
off than when i started. in the meanwhile, i somehow also always
manage to burn myself, the article of clothing, and/or some other thing
that is around. plus, there is all that water that seems to leak
out of the old iron that is down here in the guestroom. it's all
so complicated.
also, there is this nagging thought in the back of my head, every time
i iron: this article of clothing will get wrinkled again.
there is absolutely no way around it. we are TRAPPED in an
ENDLESS battle against the recurring wrinkle! we will never
win. this is the very reason i get discouraged from learning to
be a better ironer, and why so many of my wrinkle-prone items rarely
get worn. they just hang all wrinkly and neglected in my
closet. not that i even have so many, i'm just saying.
lovelove,
T
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