Outside the Pigeon Holes

My brother and sister-in-law are awesome. They have reserved 2 rooms at this nice little abode in Indianapolis. It's just an overnighter but it will be good to see Ken, Kathy, Melody, Joy and my mom..I also feel like God is going to do something cool. I don't know what. I just have a weirdness in my belly...I'm nervous and I don't know why kind of thing. He does cool stuff everyday - just waking up in the morning is a cool God thing...But I dunno...Maybe He has something extra neato misquito in mind. :) We'll see! At the very least it will be a blessing to get away for a bit! I'll miss my church family tonight and tomorrow but will look forward to the Podcasts.

As if I am not spoiled already...God sent my friend Marie to me today. She called out of the blue saying she was in my neck of the woods for a job interview. We met at Front Porch for a brief get-together. We updated one another and talked about God stuff. Before we parted ways she simply said "Helen, you are exactly where you should be. God is using you and your gifts for his glory". This comes after a couple of weeks of battling old tapes and doubts in my head. But not once during my conversation with Marie did I even hint at this recent battle. In fact I have been in a pretty good place today. So I know that this was something God wanted me to know. I love Him. Love Him Love Him! And I thank Marie for being such a wonderful friend and vessel of God's love!

Remember in the first Superman movie when Lois Lane died in the earthquake? He flew out and orbitted the Earth backward until before it all happened. I want to do that.

We said goodbye to Dave today. It is one of those days that I'll never forget. It seems to have dragged on. But it has gone quickly at the same time. It has reminded me how short life is. And it has reminded me how much I don't understand life. So many times today I tried to just return my mind to an understanding that life is simple...We're born, we live, we die. The point is to enjoy it all. But I know that this is not completely true. No matter how valiant my attempts to keep it simple, my brain just doesn't work that way. Like a child who takes apart a toy just to see how it works, I can't stop myself at summing it all up with "Life is short - have a beer." Nice sentiment, I know Dave might have appreciated that. :) But I think he might have agreed that it doesn't suffice. Today I faced again the contradiction that we seem to live in. Life in this world is temporal. I am taught by my Father not to cling to it because there is much more. Yet I sel

Vlog! It's been forever since I have done one of these...Come along on my hair color adventure (??)... Follow these links to journey along! :) Step one: just the ends... Step 2: the roots Step 4: The big moment!

DAVE EDWARDS (and son Brady) Dave was 31 years old. He was one of the most decent human beings I have ever met. I would never have guessed that the last time I saw him would be the last time...He died early this morning after what should have been routine surgery. I'm stunned along with everyone else who knew and cared about him. He will be greatly missed.

These lyrics from David Phelps say it all...They touch me and speak to me... ...And make me realize how very far I have to go... THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS It’s the only thing worth life and death. It’s the first moment and the final breath. It’s a broken heart keeping a solemn vow And a lost soul being found. You pray for faith when it’s hard to believe. You choose to stay when it’s easy to leave And when hope is gone you’re the one who keeps holding on. Chorus: That’s what love is When you give until there’s nothing left And it makes you give the very best. That’s what love is. It can make you laugh and make you cry. It can let you down and lift you up so high When you find the only reason left to live. That’s what love is. It’s the dream you give up for someone else. It’s being strong when you’re weak yourself. Though it tears you up you trust again. Hatred loses and forgiveness wins. You turn your cheek when you want to fight. Sell all you have and lay down your life And when hope

Last week I traveled to my alma mater, Northern Kentucky University to take some photographs. I am currently working on a script which largely takes place on the campus of a college. This script is my God-Sized Dream, so I'm diving right into preproduction. Even if it takes 20 years to produce, I'm starting now with location scouting. There has been some interesting "weirdness" that has accompanied this script and not worth going into at this time, but this has to be the most blatant "Godsequence" in all of the weirdness thus far... I was pretty much done taking pictures and I was heading to the parking lot when I noticed that there was a sculpture in front of the campus library that was not there in my day (I graduated in 1996 - OUCH!). As I drew closer my jaw about fell on the ground....... In the story the protagonist has a recurring nightmare in which he wakes up inside a small shack with wooden-slatted floors and walls. His wrists are tied and his ankle

This is a repost of a blog that I wrote a couple of years ago...I was remembering this recently and thought it would be fun to relive this experience as it is one of those stories that you look back on and just shake your head. :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ August 31, 2006 Journey with me to the interview I had today! It was with a Preschool which shall remain nameless for its own protection and all names have been changed. This lovely Thursday morning, I traveled over the river to the corporate office of the Preschool That Must Not Be Named (Heretofore known as "PTMNBN"). Upon entering, I observed a girl - I am assuming is the receptionist - sitting at her desk, but on the floor next to her big comfy desk chair. She was talking on the phone. She was discussing the crap someone keeps pulling, how tired she is of it and what she is going to do to prevent it in the future. She barely acknowledged me.

I like this guy! Dave Emerson Root - LayHands.com And this is a good site, too... In Your Bible Enjoy! I've been perusing Dave Root's site for an hour!

On March 10, 2007, we lost one of the funniest comedians to ever come our way. Thought I'd take a minute to remember why he was my favorite... Here are 2 clips from his Showtime special "The Boy from New York City". Rated PG-13 for language. :) Nothing but love songs: (his rendition of "The wreck of the Endmond Fitzgerald" is classic) scary naked people at the gym: (You'll never want to sit in a public hot tub again!) My prayer is that God met Richard before he died. I pray he found the peace he needed from the demons that haunted him and led him to take his own life. Comedy sho' ain't the same without him.