I’m sitting here, listening to a Chet Atkins Christmas album a couple weeks before Christmas. I am pondering memories of my grandfather Bill Hainaut. He passed away the other week. One warming memory is spending Christmas morning at his house, listening to this album on a record player.
Our family recently took a trip to Lancaster City. We love this city, and visit multiple times a year. This time, we went to check out Brick Heads, a cool little shop selling all things Lego. Lego bricks and minifigures have been a consistent favorite toy for all of our children. I think we’ve seen every episode of Lego Masters at least three times! Needless to say, we were all excited for this trip.
I write this with trepidation. There are several reasons for deciding to homeschool this coming school year which I will explain. I first want to acknowledge that being a mostly stay-at-home mom affords me an easy transition into this role. I recognize this path is not for everyone and am by no means trying to argue it for all.
Today is Ash Wednesday and it marks the start of the lent season before Easter. I did not grow up with an understanding of lent and I most definitely didn’t understand that there was a church liturgical calendar. I plan to go much deeper into the liturgical calendar in another post but for now, I’ll just say that I appreciate the rhythm that this type of tradition brings that reminds us of the foundational story God has given us on which we can build our faith in whatever season of life we find ourselves.
Welcome to the final article in the series tracking my journey from entering college as a music education major to working with maps and technology. At the end, are links to the previous articles in this series.
Last year our family changed churches. This was a difficult, but important decision for us. It was not something we took lightly. The process lasted over a year. We thought it might be helpful to share how we approached changing church families.
Welcome back to Part 3 of the journey that took me from a music education major at Millersville University to working as a GIS Analyst for Cumberland County (Pennsylvania). Part 2 of the story ended with me being one of four finalists for two open positions with an engineering firm in western Pennsylvania. I should probably remind you that I did not get the job.
As I put words onto paper. I am again at a loss for what to focus my thoughts on. Power, death, friendships, poetry, love.
I wanted to reflect on an experience from over ten years ago. It was the summer of 2007. I was living in Millersville for the summer. Most of my friends graduated that May, but I still had another semester left. College was a great experience. I met a lot of cool people, played in a band, and discovered Jesus Christ. So much had happened in those four short years. But I was still immature.
Most parents want their children to learn how to swim. I’ve seen a lot of parents get frustrated that their kids don’t learn how to swim after being in a swim class or two. Honestly, the best way for kids to learn how to swim is being exposed to the water.
Welcome back to the story of how I went from a music education major in college to working with maps and technology. The previous article in this series left off with me deciding I did not want to teach in secondary education the semester before I was supposed to complete student teaching.
I wanted to share the journey I took from entering college as a music education major to now working with maps and information technology. Because there is a lot I want to say, I’m going to break this story into multiple articles. As these are published, I’ll add links to the other articles in the series here at the top.
Last weekend, we had a chance to go out to visit Patrick’s family in Western Pennsylvania. While there, we went to an amusement park called Idlewild and SuperSoak Zone. It is voted best children’s amusement park according to many signs throughout the park. This was our third time visiting, so we already had an idea of the rides and layout of the park.
That was dumb of me. I feel so stupid. I’m so absent minded. I’m feeling unreliable and frankly unworthy.
I can’t believe it but 10 weeks has gone by and my triathlon was on Saturday. Near the end of my training, I adjusted my expectations and was just hoping to finish without getting injured. And I did finish!
I grew up in a family where we cared for foster children. I am a biological child and I have two sisters who were adopted. I have been asked so many times in my life what it was like to be raised in a family where there were foster children, so I thought I would write about my experience for others who might be interested.
I want to start by thanking my wonderful wife Kara for encouraging me to share a part of my life I prefer not to share with anyone. And the few times I have shared it with people, it was only because of some prodding. And even now, I wonder if I should even share this.
“We are one in the spirit we are one in the Lord, and they’ll know we are Christians by our love.” We closed out our Maundy Thursday service with this song. All of us holding hands to signify our oneness. And in that moment, I truly desire for unity to be restored one day. A unity that binds us together in the service and love of Christ. And to put off all other difference to show the compassion and grace to the world.
Lately, I’ve been wrestling with how to use my time after work. On a typical weeknight, I have around 5-6 hours to work with. During this short period of time, I have many things vying for my attention. There is my wife, my three young children, an endless list of chores, and a few hobbies I’m trying to nurture. Oh, and packing my lunch, exercising some nights, and meditation/spiritual time.
Here I am. Thirty-three years old. I ran cross country and track in high school. I enjoyed lifting weights during college. I always told myself that when I had kids, I wouldn’t be one of those out of shape parents.
I have done cycling in the past but it was years ago and most of what I was able to accomplish was because my dad did a lot of the background work and I just trained and hopped on the bike. Now that I have a family, I am realizing how much I do not know about bicycles and feel like I am starting over. As someone that feels new to all this, I thought it would be helpful to compile a few resources that I have been discovered that have been helpful for me about cycling.
Today I’ve been thinking a lot about time. And expectations. And really the things I want to provide for my children. I want my children to learn to be kind, loving, and emotionally healthy people. I want them to learn to love family and put others ahead of themselves. I want my children to have so many different experiences and help them be the best they can be at whatever activities they choose.
Why I Want Grit
I’ve done a lot of reflecting on “grit,” as this is the word I chose for my “word of the year.” My memo board in the kitchen has this definition: “The passion, perseverance, and stamina we must channel to make our dreams into reality.” It’s a shorter version of a quote I found by Travis Bradberry. Like most things, as I reflect on the word grit, it seems to come up time and again in my life.
I wanted to share about the approach I take to project management at my job. I am a Geographic Information Systems Specialist for Cumberland County, Pennsylvania. This means I work with maps and databases. There are many different kinds of projects I’m working on at any given time. So having a project management system that works for me is important.
Week 2 is over and once again it didn’t go perfectly but I met my goal of 6 days a week of working out. I am glad that this race is still 8 weeks out because I am feeling pretty out of shape for finishing a triathlon.
Not another essential oils promotion, you might be thinking. Well this really isn’t too much of one. My husband and I have a fairly balanced approach to oils, if I do say so myself. There are many claims of what essential oils can do and I believe that they do work for some. There are so many views and claims but we just want to explain how we use oils so as to give a different perspective on the whole conversation.
The week of March 10th has arrived which means that I am 10 weeks out from the Mt. Gretna triathlon. I’m really looking forward to pushing myself these next few weeks, physically of course, but also mentally. Pushing myself to stick to a commitment and building grit into my life. There are three points I’d like to share about how I am preparing for the next this season.
Today I rode my triathlon bike for the first time in probably 6 years. It was a bit nerve racking at first. This is a real racing bike, high seat, leaning forward to reach the handle bars. Special shoes that lock into the pedals. Bright red and black with a streamlined seat and skinny wheels. She’s a beauty. I remember being nervous to click out of my pedals back when I rode it because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get out of them and just flop over and crash.