I know today is a day the 75th anniversary of the day that will live in infamy. As a student of history, it is an important day for remembrance. However, there is something else on my mind about this day. Three weeks from today, my eldest daughter will be married.
I have had multiple people ask me lately how I feel about that. Am I ready for that? We have been making plans for the big day, with my wife doing a bulk load of that planning. So, from a preparation standpoint, things seem to be coming together well. In that sense, yes, I am ready.
How do I feel about her getting married? I feel excited for her, for them. I am hopeful for their future. I am not overly anxious about the wedding or beyond. I have concerns, as all parents do for their children. However, I believe my wife and I have raised her well. She has done well for herself since she has "left the nest." She is intelligent, determined, strong-willed, kind, and caring. And, by all accounts to date, she has found a good man. And, most importantly, they both are looking to God for direction and guidance.
You can ask me again three weeks from today how I'm feeling. And, while there might be a few more emotions flowing, I do not believe my feelings about the matter change much.
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Day 51 (Nov. 29) - Thankful
Today I want to express gratitude. I am thankful for four men whose friendship I have truly appreciated over the last year. Each one has been an invaluable resource--an ear to listen, a voice of reason and wisdom, faithful in prayer, and a source of strength--upon which I have relied heavily.
I am thankful for church leadership who has been overwhelmingly supportive of my family these past number of years, and especially the past few years. Their love has shown so clearly in both tangible and intangible ways. They have exemplified being God's hands extended.
I am thankful for friends and family near and far. I am appreciative of their love and support.
I am grateful for my four children. I count each one a blessing with whom God has richly blessed my wife and me.
I am incredibly grateful for my wife. For the woman she is, the incredible worth that she has, for God's hand that has been on her throughout her life. My life is truly richer and better because of her.
I thank God for all the blessings he has given me. Blessings to numerous to count. Blessings for which I am not worthy. Provisions for my family.
I am grateful and indebted to many, but most of all my Savior.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Day 44 (Nov. 22)- Cookies and the EU
In reviewing the blog notices and disclaimers, decided to confirm that my blog meets EU specs for advising people that Blogger/Google uses cookies for tracking visits. It works. Who knew I had multiple domains? See https://1kyleriley.blogspot.co.uk, for example.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Day 42 (Nov. 20) - In my head
There are too many thoughts going through my head this evening. What am I doing that's making a difference in other people's lives? What needs to happen this week? What does my future at work hold? Where will the next job be? How can I better provide for our future? When am I going to do something I feel called to do? What's the next year look like? 5 years? 10 years? Where will the kids be in that time? Am I planning enough? Am I trusting God enough? Have I trusted God enough? Am I living a godly life before my family and friends?
It's time to slow down and process them. To unwind and head to bed.
It's time to slow down and process them. To unwind and head to bed.
Day 41 (Nov. 19) - Solo flight
Do you remember when you first got your driver's license? I do. I had to take the driver's test the second time because the examiner said I didn't slow down to 15 mph by the time I hit in the school zone by Meadowlark School (I believe that was a parallax error on her part) and I hit the curb while parallel parking. But, after passing the second attempt, that feeling of independence struck as soon as the temporary license was given to me. To be able to drive yourself to youth group, to a friend's house, or to McDonald's. That was pretty cool.
That feeling of excitement that you have when you first got to drive on your own is compounding when you get to go flying on your own. There is also trepidation that comes along with knowing that you're all alone in a vehicle. You have to follow the rules of the road and drive responsibly, especially if there are others in the car. But, in a car, you can always just pull over if you need to slow down and think. In a plane, it's a little more difficult.
I had the opportunity to solo a flight student last Sunday afternoon. It was outside of our normally scheduled flight block because it was his 20th birthday and he thought it would be neat to solo on his birthday. I couldn't have agreed more.
After waiting to see what the wind was going to do as the forecast was for winds that would exceed the school's SOP stipulations for solo flight. But, as I was picking up a late lunch, we found that the winds were a lot calmer than the forecast, so we both headed for the airport.
The lesson is set up so that you first go up with the student to allow him to a few flights in the pattern to get comfortable (and to make sure you as the instructor are comfortable with the student's abilities). I told him beforehand that we'd plan on three or four landings, see how he we were both feeling at that point and then also see if the winds would still cooperate.
After the student pre-flighted the airplane and I did my walk around, we when through the requisite checklist, got our clearance to taxi and headed towards the run-up area for 28R. Despite it being a Sunday afternoon, which are normally light days for air traffic in Billings, we ended up having ATC given us various directions to accommodate a smooth flow of traffic. The student was handling things fairly well, but he decided after the third landing that he wanted to do a few more before we headed back to Flight Ops. The fourth pattern was a left hand pattern, which although normal for most runways is an exception for landing on the right side of parallel runways.
The fifth landing was a greaser, and I told the student to take me back to the Ops building. After shutting the engine down, I filled out his logbook with the required endorsements, talked about the preference for his doing stop and go landings and to remember that he could always go around. With no final questions, I wished him well and shut the door.
To say that there isn't an bit of fear as an instructor when you cut a student loose for the first time would be lying. I wouldn't let him go if I didn't think we had covered everything required to review by the regulations and for safe operation of the aircraft. But, you always wonder if he'll remember what you've taught him when you're not there to take over. It's like handing the car keys to your child for the first time. I've done that three times now, soloing students only twice.
I soloed in a Cessna 152 at Harvey Airfield in Snohomish, WA, on August 4, 1995. The two-seat 152, which has a gross takeoff weight of just over 1600 pounds, is not a big plane. And, the difference in climb performance when you suddenly lose 150 pounds was pretty astonishing. The plane departed the runway and climbed towards the heavens like a homesick angel. It was weird to not have an instructor sitting to the right of me. And yet, it felt right. It felt good.
To make a long story short, my student successfully did three solo takeoffs and landings on that beautiful late Sunday afternoon (over 21 years after my solo--my student is 20; yes, I felt old). I was able to get a video of his first takeoff, and shot some pictures as he was taxiing back to the ramp. The look on his face as he was shutting down the engine was one of pure joy. That look was on his face for the next 20-30 minutes. I remember that feeling. It's exhilarating. It's one unlike few others.
We then followed the tradition of cutting the shirt tails of the student (although in hindsight I did that wrong). I signed his shirt and it's now hanging on the wall up at Flight Ops. What a day it was. The student was excited and I was happy for him. What a way to spend a birthday. I don't think that feeling will ever get old, as a solo student or as an instructor.
That feeling of excitement that you have when you first got to drive on your own is compounding when you get to go flying on your own. There is also trepidation that comes along with knowing that you're all alone in a vehicle. You have to follow the rules of the road and drive responsibly, especially if there are others in the car. But, in a car, you can always just pull over if you need to slow down and think. In a plane, it's a little more difficult.
I had the opportunity to solo a flight student last Sunday afternoon. It was outside of our normally scheduled flight block because it was his 20th birthday and he thought it would be neat to solo on his birthday. I couldn't have agreed more.
After waiting to see what the wind was going to do as the forecast was for winds that would exceed the school's SOP stipulations for solo flight. But, as I was picking up a late lunch, we found that the winds were a lot calmer than the forecast, so we both headed for the airport.
The lesson is set up so that you first go up with the student to allow him to a few flights in the pattern to get comfortable (and to make sure you as the instructor are comfortable with the student's abilities). I told him beforehand that we'd plan on three or four landings, see how he we were both feeling at that point and then also see if the winds would still cooperate.
After the student pre-flighted the airplane and I did my walk around, we when through the requisite checklist, got our clearance to taxi and headed towards the run-up area for 28R. Despite it being a Sunday afternoon, which are normally light days for air traffic in Billings, we ended up having ATC given us various directions to accommodate a smooth flow of traffic. The student was handling things fairly well, but he decided after the third landing that he wanted to do a few more before we headed back to Flight Ops. The fourth pattern was a left hand pattern, which although normal for most runways is an exception for landing on the right side of parallel runways.
The fifth landing was a greaser, and I told the student to take me back to the Ops building. After shutting the engine down, I filled out his logbook with the required endorsements, talked about the preference for his doing stop and go landings and to remember that he could always go around. With no final questions, I wished him well and shut the door.
To say that there isn't an bit of fear as an instructor when you cut a student loose for the first time would be lying. I wouldn't let him go if I didn't think we had covered everything required to review by the regulations and for safe operation of the aircraft. But, you always wonder if he'll remember what you've taught him when you're not there to take over. It's like handing the car keys to your child for the first time. I've done that three times now, soloing students only twice.
I soloed in a Cessna 152 at Harvey Airfield in Snohomish, WA, on August 4, 1995. The two-seat 152, which has a gross takeoff weight of just over 1600 pounds, is not a big plane. And, the difference in climb performance when you suddenly lose 150 pounds was pretty astonishing. The plane departed the runway and climbed towards the heavens like a homesick angel. It was weird to not have an instructor sitting to the right of me. And yet, it felt right. It felt good.
To make a long story short, my student successfully did three solo takeoffs and landings on that beautiful late Sunday afternoon (over 21 years after my solo--my student is 20; yes, I felt old). I was able to get a video of his first takeoff, and shot some pictures as he was taxiing back to the ramp. The look on his face as he was shutting down the engine was one of pure joy. That look was on his face for the next 20-30 minutes. I remember that feeling. It's exhilarating. It's one unlike few others.
We then followed the tradition of cutting the shirt tails of the student (although in hindsight I did that wrong). I signed his shirt and it's now hanging on the wall up at Flight Ops. What a day it was. The student was excited and I was happy for him. What a way to spend a birthday. I don't think that feeling will ever get old, as a solo student or as an instructor.
Day 40 (Nov. 18) - Pictures = 1,000 words
I spent a few hours last night with my mother sorting through two decades worth of pictures. It's interesting the thoughts and memories that come back when you see different images. There were pictures of happiness and joy. Pictures of sadness (usually the kids' sadness/unhappiness). There were images of people no longer with us. There were photos of places and things that have changed. People that have changed (age, weight and otherwise).
What I saw were people that have special places in my heart. What I felt was gladness, joy, thankfulness. I'm thankful for the family and friends that God has placed in my life. I'm thankful that he has brought some amazing adventures to date. I trust that he has a number more over the horizon.
Oh, my eldest daughter gets married in forty days.
What I saw were people that have special places in my heart. What I felt was gladness, joy, thankfulness. I'm thankful for the family and friends that God has placed in my life. I'm thankful that he has brought some amazing adventures to date. I trust that he has a number more over the horizon.
Oh, my eldest daughter gets married in forty days.
Friday, November 18, 2016
Day 39 (Nov. 17) - Perspective, Part II
What's my perspective? It's shaped by my history.
I'm the grandson of a Danish immigrant, who on his 20th birthday arrived at Ellis Island in New York on April 2, 1905, aboard the S.S. Celtic. I've seen a picture of the ship's manifest. It's amazing to see that piece of history. As a young teen, he worked aboard a steam ship for a number of years before coming to America. He went with acquaintances to Wisconsin to work on a dairy farm, then moved farther west working on grain farms before finally homesteading on his own in 1907 in Dawson County, Montana. He married my grandmother, who was 31 years his younger, nearly 36 years later. Her father was the one of the first pastors of the Amish church near the family's homestead, the beginnings of the church attended by both of my families.
My maternal grandparents, who to my knowledge are of mostly German descent, were also from a long line of farmers. My mother's father, born in Fergus Falls, MN, the third oldest of 13, left school after the eight grade to begin working. He worked in the Civilian Conservation Corps before also planting roots in Eastern Montana, where he began to farm, married and started a family.
My adopted grandparents both served our country during the Second World War. My grandfather was one of the thousands that stormed Normandy on D-Day. My grandmother because a nurse to support the war effort and was an RN for over forty years. My grandfather, after his service, would go to work for the highway department, from which he retired in the late 70's.
I'm the oldest of 17 grandchildren on my mother's side, and eighth of 18 on my father's side (and fourth of 16 on the adopted side). I'm the half brother to four younger siblings. I'm among the minority of lefties in the world (and the families).
My familial history, while incredibly important, does not explain everything. I never met my paternal grandfather, who passed away at 87, 18 months before I was born. My parents' separation before I was born led to my adoption into a new family. But, I have read his writings, and I've seen his nature in his children. That's the other key to perspective.
It's the experiences I had that created the other important filter in my perspective. My maternal grandmother and grandfather allowed me to be at their side often during my early years, be it at the kitchen table, in church on Sunday, in the Butler "quonset," or in the field (via tractor, combine, truck or denim jacket). My paternal grandmother fostered a relationship between my father and me, and had me over many times, even after we moved away. My aunts and uncles on all three sides provided me with so many wonderful memories and experiences. I was "blessed" to have a third family who cared for me.
With this perspective, I've built a worldview. I've developed a faith. I've acquired a desire to be a life-long learner (I suggest the last two, faith and life-long learning, are the keys to developing a proper perspective). And, I've continued experiencing the world. I'm the first in my family to have married a non-Caucasian. I became the first to have graduated with a bachelor's degree on my maternal side. I'm the only pastor's husband in any of my three families.
In the midst of my history and experience, I met a woman with whom I've fallen in love. A woman whose own life's journey has provided her with a unique perspective. While we had tangential similarities in childhood, we also had vastly different circumstances that shaped our perspectives.
My wife and I have been together 24 years, married for 23 (we married young). We've had four amazing children, who are each so wonderfully unique. We've been on many adventures. We've had triumphs, and we've had failures. We've had struggles as do all couples, as happens when two distinctly unique individuals decide to covenant and do life together. But, in it all, we've had the gracious hand of God with us our entire lives, guiding and directing.
The multi-faceted aspect of each of our lives provides a unique set of lenses through which every person sees life. I understand that is a fact that is true of ever human that I meet, and with whom I get to interact. I want them to know that I value their perspective. I trust that I will act accordingly in showing them that desire.
I'm the grandson of a Danish immigrant, who on his 20th birthday arrived at Ellis Island in New York on April 2, 1905, aboard the S.S. Celtic. I've seen a picture of the ship's manifest. It's amazing to see that piece of history. As a young teen, he worked aboard a steam ship for a number of years before coming to America. He went with acquaintances to Wisconsin to work on a dairy farm, then moved farther west working on grain farms before finally homesteading on his own in 1907 in Dawson County, Montana. He married my grandmother, who was 31 years his younger, nearly 36 years later. Her father was the one of the first pastors of the Amish church near the family's homestead, the beginnings of the church attended by both of my families.
My maternal grandparents, who to my knowledge are of mostly German descent, were also from a long line of farmers. My mother's father, born in Fergus Falls, MN, the third oldest of 13, left school after the eight grade to begin working. He worked in the Civilian Conservation Corps before also planting roots in Eastern Montana, where he began to farm, married and started a family.
My adopted grandparents both served our country during the Second World War. My grandfather was one of the thousands that stormed Normandy on D-Day. My grandmother because a nurse to support the war effort and was an RN for over forty years. My grandfather, after his service, would go to work for the highway department, from which he retired in the late 70's.
I'm the oldest of 17 grandchildren on my mother's side, and eighth of 18 on my father's side (and fourth of 16 on the adopted side). I'm the half brother to four younger siblings. I'm among the minority of lefties in the world (and the families).
My familial history, while incredibly important, does not explain everything. I never met my paternal grandfather, who passed away at 87, 18 months before I was born. My parents' separation before I was born led to my adoption into a new family. But, I have read his writings, and I've seen his nature in his children. That's the other key to perspective.
It's the experiences I had that created the other important filter in my perspective. My maternal grandmother and grandfather allowed me to be at their side often during my early years, be it at the kitchen table, in church on Sunday, in the Butler "quonset," or in the field (via tractor, combine, truck or denim jacket). My paternal grandmother fostered a relationship between my father and me, and had me over many times, even after we moved away. My aunts and uncles on all three sides provided me with so many wonderful memories and experiences. I was "blessed" to have a third family who cared for me.
With this perspective, I've built a worldview. I've developed a faith. I've acquired a desire to be a life-long learner (I suggest the last two, faith and life-long learning, are the keys to developing a proper perspective). And, I've continued experiencing the world. I'm the first in my family to have married a non-Caucasian. I became the first to have graduated with a bachelor's degree on my maternal side. I'm the only pastor's husband in any of my three families.
In the midst of my history and experience, I met a woman with whom I've fallen in love. A woman whose own life's journey has provided her with a unique perspective. While we had tangential similarities in childhood, we also had vastly different circumstances that shaped our perspectives.
My wife and I have been together 24 years, married for 23 (we married young). We've had four amazing children, who are each so wonderfully unique. We've been on many adventures. We've had triumphs, and we've had failures. We've had struggles as do all couples, as happens when two distinctly unique individuals decide to covenant and do life together. But, in it all, we've had the gracious hand of God with us our entire lives, guiding and directing.
The multi-faceted aspect of each of our lives provides a unique set of lenses through which every person sees life. I understand that is a fact that is true of ever human that I meet, and with whom I get to interact. I want them to know that I value their perspective. I trust that I will act accordingly in showing them that desire.
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