Monday, November 30, 2009

A new adventure...


A lot of you know that I come from a very creative family. My mom is a graphic designer and my sister... well she's all about the crafts haha (She worked at Beverly's Fabric Store for 3 years and hasn't stopped doing projects since!) And I love to make scarves and cards and such! My sister, Tiffany, and I have always wanted to start a little boutique filled with one-of-a-kind items that were all handmade... so this year we decided to put a website together and start a collection of our handmade, one-of-a-kind items! It's finally here and we're still adding products, but I think you should definitely check it out :) We wanted to have it done in time for Christmas shopping! I hope you enjoy it :)

If you see something you like that is sold out, just let us know and we'll try to make something similar to the original. Also, if you don't see something you'
re looking for, contact us because we will do custom orders as well!

Oh and if you're wondering where our store name came from, it is both of our initials... Tiffany Chew Shibata and Tamara Chew Shibata :) Click on the link below to see the site...


Here are a few products you'll see on our website:



Thursday, November 19, 2009

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Noticing the details...

About a week ago, I was encouraged by an email from a professor and wanted to share the story he told...
There was once a sculptor in Greece named Phidias. Although he was a heathen, he had a great deal of integrity. In fact, he had self-respect. Phidias was commissioned around 440 B.C. to create the sculptures that stood upon the roof of the Parthenon in Athens.

When it came for the city fathers to pay Phidias for his work, they balked at the price. They felt that Phidias had done too much work on the statues, charging them for carving details on the backsides of the statues that could not be seen from below. Why should they pay for detail that no one would ever see?

Phidias' response to the city fathers was to tell them that they were wrong. For although humans could not see the exquisite details from the street below, "the gods could."

This was a good reminder for me, because I often wonder about details that no one really sees. Like why do I need to go to every class... other people miss all the time... what's the big deal? Why do I need A's in all my classes if I can pass and graduate? Why be the one person who's always on time and reliable? Etc. etc.

I loved the reminder that God sees the details. It's so easy to work and just get by, but God deserves more than that. Doesn't he deserve my best and not just what's left over? Like it or not, every decision I make builds on my character. Other people may not notice those details in my life, but God (the one who matters) sure does!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Once upon a time...

there lived 3 college students named Tamara, Natalie, and Laura. All three girls were highly distraught over their ugly dresses they had to wear for choir. One weekend, they decided to take a road trip and be rid of the ugly dresses forever. They packed their bags (and dresses) and headed to Pismo Beach...
Upon arrival, they took in the nice scenery, played on the swings, and made sand angels...
The girls then moved to the water and continued to ruin their ugly dresses...
The girls were overjoyed that the dresses were finally destroyed.
And they all lived happily ever after.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Significant moments

Did you ever experience something and know afterwards that it was going to be a significant moment in your life? I had one of those moments on Thursday. I was in choir rehearsal when they announced to the group that one of our singers, one of my friends, was undergoing tests for cancer. Well, we spent some time praying for him, but things quickly switched back into rehearsal mode. The next two hours passed slowly and every song seemed to be dragging. Everyone seemed to be sick or totally exhausted. Doc obviously could see this and had us all sit down while the orchestra practiced the only song they play without the choir. I hadn’t heard it yet, but it was absolutely gorgeous. It was a song entitled “Song to the King.”

After Doc ran through it once, he said, “Nathan, have you ever conducted a song before?” Nathan said, “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Doc then said, “Come here. I’ll teach you.” He led him through the normal conducting pattern and let him take the reigns. It was incredible. As soon as Nathan walked forward, I felt tears starting to form. As the music began, my heart was so full. (Not sure what it was full of, but it was definitely full – almost bursting). I cried through the whole song. And I was not the only one. As the song ended, the whole room gave Nathan a standing ovation as he walked back to his place in the choir… Wow.

I’m really not sure what this experience will mean to me in the future, but I do know I’ll never forget it.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I miss my family...

my friends... my cat... knowing that I can drive 15 minutes and feel real sand under my toes... being in a place where I know people love me... feeling an overwhelming sense of support instead of an expectancy of failure...

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Will you play?

I started reading this new book by Max Lucado called When God Whispers Your Name a couple weeks ago. I was drawn in by the book's intro and ended up sharing it in a devotional with my youth ensemble, Resound, as a devotional before singing in church. So I thought I'd share it with all of you today :) The intro begins with Lucado telling a story of being in an antique store with his family. He sits down to read a book and starts to hear some beautiful piano music being played...

I turned to see who was playing, but couldn't see anyone. I stood and walked closer. A small group of listeners had gathered at the old upright piano. Between the furniture I could see the small back of the pianist. Why, it's only a child! With a few more steps I could see her hair. Short, blonde, and cute like... My heart, it's Andrea!
Our seven-year-old was at the piano, her hands racing up and down the keyboard. I was stunned. What gift of heaven is this that she can play in such a way? Must be a time-released gene she got from my side of the family. But as I drew closer, I saw the real reason. Andrea was "playing" a player piano. She wasn't making the music; she was following it. She wasn't commanding the keyboard; she was trying to keep up with it. Thought it appeared she was playing the song, in reality, she was only trying to keep up with one already written. When a key would dip, her hands would dash.
Oh, but if you could have seen her little face, delighted with laughter! Eyes dancing as would her feet had she been able to stand and play at the same time.
I could see why she was so happy. She sat down to attempt "Chopsticks" but instead played "The Sound of Music." What's more, she couldn't fail. One greater than she was dictating the sound. Andrea was free to play as much as she wanted, knowing the music would never suffer.

It's no wonder she rejoiced. She had every reason to. And so do we.

Hasn't God promised the same to us? We sit at the keyboard, willing to play the only song we know, only to discover a new song. A sublime song. And nobody is more surprised than we are when our meager efforts are converted into melodious moments.
You have one, you know, a song all your own. Each of us does. The only question is, will you play it?
By the way, as I watched Andrea "play" that day in the antique store I observed a couple things.
I noticed the piano got all the credit. The gathered crowd appreciated Andrea's efforts, but they knew the real source of the music. When God works, the same is true. We may applaud the disciple, but no one knows better than the disciple who really deserves the praise.

But that doesn't keep the disciple from sitting at the bench. It sure didn't keep Andrea from sitting at the bench. Why? Because she knew she couldn't fail. Even though she didn't understand how it worked, she knew it did. Even though you may not understand how God works, you know he does. So go ahead. Pull up a bench, take your seat at the piano, and play.