SUSIE NEEDS OUR HELP!
When I was 7 years old I started playing the piano and taking lessons from my Aunt Preta. She was an incredible pianist and while she taught me a lot about piano in those eleven years, I decided to quit once I left for college. I was ignorant and truly believed I would never regret this move— boy was I wrong. Here I am 11 years later and have a two year old who loves dancing, singing and instruments. I decided I wanted to start him at a young age and get him deeply acquainted with music so that he can learn to appreciate how our society thrives off this talent.
Imagine a world without music and instruments. Have you ever thought about that? Maybe you aren’t musically talented but that does not mean you do not listen to music of one genre or another. Music is what our culture thrives on. A suspense movie has that eerie feeling hiding in the black scenes of the night telling you something horrific is about to happen. That music is what provides this deep intensity that tramples through your veins. Or maybe a sporting event during football season; the bands plays wildly banging on their drums in utter excitement that their team just scored a touchdown. The crowd jumps to their feet with sheer joy and the trumpets play. This is a scene we all long for but what catches these moments and creates a lasting memory is the music. Or, maybe you enjoy dancing. Whether it be swing, tango, salsa or hip-hop. How could you dance without music? Music sets the scene of life.
Recently, I had the pleasure of taking some private classes at a local music store called Guitarfish. This store was incredible! The people were amazingly friendly and wanted to get to know me and what it was that they could help me with. They weren’t simply doing their job pushing you to purchase an item or lessons so they could earn their commission for the day, by no means, and the teachers are not independent contractors like most other studios. They are staff members of Guitarfish who have a lot of experience giving music lessons and working with students of all ages. And the best part of all of this, every week I stepped into this store, I could see that each employee had a deep desire to fulfill what they were called to do; bring music to their store and teach how to fulfill that passion. There was a love and passion that filled the store with a giant friendly face and this is what I call a true family owned business. Fulfilling a passion and providing a well-educated environment for toddlers-adults to gain the knowledge they need to fulfill their dream in music. The appearance of the store and atmosphere they provide for families is what sets them apart from other music stores.
If I were to be completely honest here, I would probably never enter a music store because of my fear that I would not fit in with most studios. My stereotype is that a music store is filled with “tatted up rocker dudes” that are still stuck in the 60’s rocking their long hair. Please take no offense to this but if you know me and my “girly” disposition, this wouldn’t be a place for me. I would probably start talking about our hairstylists rather than music. ;)
With that in mind, I was pleasantly surprised that Guitarfish had an open layout to their store and was there to help me with my specific needs/wants and immediately provide a welcoming environment. If Apple had a music store, Guitarfish would be their scene.
Apart from their inviting store, they have multiple classes for kids of all ages. I had the opportunity to get myself and Cooper involved with their young kids’ class called Music Together. And while they have classes for elementary age through high school, I partook in my little mans music class getting him acquainted with the beginning facets of music and how kids learn. I was beyond impressed with the knowledge and education behind this class. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Though it was for young kids, I learned multiple new concepts every time we went. The involvement, rhythm and repetition was unspeakable.
I must say from my personal experience, I was taken aback by the research, involvement and desire to teach my son how to begin learning songs and playing instruments. It is called Music Together but I kept calling it “mommy and me” or a “daddy and me” class because you learn just as much as the kids. There were dads, moms and grandmas all dancing and singing in this early childhood music class. It was very fun!
I never knew that music stores offered classes like this and I do not think most do. Guitarfish is very family oriented and reaches out to fulfill every dynamic possible in the realm of music. Whether it be with instruments or voice lessons- there’s something for everyone at Guitarfish.
For those of you who have a passion for singing, playing the piano, rocking out on a guitar or wanting to do a mommy and me class, Guitarfish is the place for you! This researched based studio will blow your mind and will be worth the experience. They have great value to their lessons and financially fit everyone’s budget. They have a special right now through the month of December to receive $20 off your first month if you sign up before December 31st and mention that I, Tiffany from Delightfully Doable referred you.
Visit Guitarfish at either Hillsboro, Tigard and coming soon to Clackamas.
I believe 100% that measure 92 in Oregon was a scam. The right to know what’s in our food was the most expensive measure yet.
A little frustration comes out while being a mom who cares about what she feeds her family. Measure 92 was all about the right to know what is hidden within our food. Our foolish state voted against this….. or did they?
I begin to wonder how much is really based off the public vote verses a political scam. I believe we have our “freedom” to vote but ultimately certain measures and laws are truly left up to congress. I do not believe we have full control with voting and honestly believe this is where politics comes in to play.
Tell me, why would people not want to know what’s in their food to the point of commissioning against it? I do not get this and think it’s a huge political scam. I truly believe that this measure was political based and not based off the public vote.
If you read this article, you will see that the argument against farmers spending millions of dollars to adhere to this law is foolish. http://bit.ly/1pF6x3p
This is my personal opinion but I strongly believe we have the freedom to vote but ultimately our votes wont count against a dilemma that would hinder any further money spent upon something we should “know” about. I believe our votes only count to a certain extent and are politically monitored.
This is a very frustrating topic and is only an Oregon based decision in regards to measure 92, but I’ve seen this even with presidency and truly wonder sometimes if our congress and presidents have truly been 100% based off the public. I don’t believe so….
This is simply food for thought and getting a bit of my frustration out when it comes to freedom of speech and freedom to “know.” There are limits even within our own country.
Pumpkin patch? You may ask why I am bringing up pumpkins after Halloween is over and we are on to the next big holiday. Well my friends, my life has been utter chaos for the past month that I will be quite frank with you: I haven’t had the time.
Life has passed me by with a roller coaster ride that I jumped onto and didn’t realize I was participating in. I skated through on roller coaster to the next and my head was spinning so rapidly I couldn’t slow down to see which direction was up. Finally my world has stopped spinning….haha okay that’s not true at all. I have come to realize my world will forever spin and I will jump from one roller coaster ride to the next without choice. The only choice in the matter is my attitude. So with that said, I am currently jumping ship from one to the next and right now I have a moment to spend reliving the pumpkin patch that came and went before I even blinked an eye.
We journeyed to Sauvie’s Island for our third year in a row and drug alone a friend who works with Michael. We encountered a field of rotting pumpkins, fresh corn on the cob, tractor rides, corn maze and every food cart you can imagine. We had a lot of fun touring our own Disneyland right here in Portland.
Cooper was beyond fixated on the tractor rides that nothing, I repeat nothing else mattered. Pumpkins became a lower class citizen that was not worth Cooper’s time. It was unbelievable.
That’s right, your eyes serve you correctly. He is holding a GREEN pumpkin while starring down the tractor.
And you are right again….everyone is looking at the camera except Cooper. He is still fixated on the tractor pulling us along.
I guess when you are the only girl in a group of “boys” you will find that your sense of fashion becomes meaningless with men. There was a long debate before we even go to the pumpkin patch about whether I should wear my nice boots or tennis shoes. I was fighting a loosing battle with these men. They go practical without even hearing what my justification was.
Here’s what happened. I had my nice brown boots that matched my outfit perfectly. I also brought along my “junk” tennis shoes in case it was rainy and muddy. The problem lied within the color of my shoes. They are gray and purple and clashed with my outfit 110%. I think you get where this is going… there is no need to fight a loosing battle, I simply ignored them once I realized I was receiving no help in this area and opted for my boots. Once this decision was made, boy was there comments to be had about how muddy they would become. I fought myself to the grave on this stating I wouldn’t walk where I shouldn’t and that it was all going to be just fine….
Here’s my clean boots
And here I am traipsing around the field still in my boots.
Covered in straw.
A little remnants still remains…
And back to the tractor for our fifteenth ride. Well maybe not quite, but I did take him around and around while the boys went and toured the corn maze.
Dreaming of being a farmer one day?
The forgotten pumpkins!
And here ya have it….my boots got splattered but not destroyed!
Style trumped boys!
And most importantly, we had some amazing Bratwursts that are always a big hit in our family!!! Mmmm so delicious.
A little Cook family pumpkin patchin’
We have some sick people in this world. This story shows the utter depravity of the human race. The fight to rule our own lives and the disaster it brings not only on oneself but to those around who are directly effected.
Life is a sticky mess without Christ. This displays yet again the deep need for a Savior. I pray for the woman who was kidnapped and I pray for the man who saved her that they both would be saved by the true Master of the World, Jesus Christ.
Friends, it is not that hard to slip up and make poor decisions, but the more you walk in the world, the more blind you become. Please take root and hold tightly to the Truth and don’t walk the line. Do not be tempted nor put yourself in positions that will cause great disaster by one false move.
Read article here: http://bit.ly/1CW2qTF
Pray continuously to avoid horrible, life-altering consequences.
So unbeknownst to me, the end of the Oregon Trail ends literally in our backyard. Okay not quite but basically five minutes from our doorstep to the threshold of our historic east-west large wheeled wagon route and emigrant trail that connected the Missouri River to valleys in Oregon. Or yet again, better known as our backyard.
I decided since we frequent Home Depot on an all too regular basis and pass this historic site every time we go there, that it was about time we stopped and journeyed around.
It’s a small stationed wagon that symbolizes the blood, sweat and tears that came from this journey and finally ending in Oregon City, OR.
The rugged wood…
Monuments along the path…
I’m not sure Cooper would have sufficed on this trek, but then again it is a different day and age. We are blessed to be born in the era we are.
Admiring the large wheel!
Break time over, lets grab the toys and get going.
They did a good job at portraying the blood, sweat and tears. This monument is worth seeing only because we live in Oregon and deserve to give history a “thank you” for what they have done for us thus far.
Lets continue to make America a proud country by leaving a legacy worth dying for; nothing less.
How many kids are leaving home after high school and walking away from their “faith?”
These questions are important but there is a harsh reality to these questions as well. We all long for our families to be all out for God, live a life for Christ, walk with Christ and to pursue Him with all that we are. There will come a time in every one of our lives when we are faced with the question: “What do I believe?”. The question poses a response of self reflection and self purpose. Do we feel we have a purpose worth living for in this life and if so, what does it entail? Secondly, what we have been taught, whether from faith or lack of faith, does that define who I am?
We all have experienced on some level or another raising kids in a Christian home or being raised in one yourself. Or perhaps you have nothing to do with God and have simply watched a close friend partake in either scenario. In either case, we all have a picture of what it looks like whether good or bad. The problem with a “church going family” is that our lives often do not reflect the work of God. We can do all the right things and say all the right things but are your actions living proof of what you say you believe?
Are kids attending youth group because it’s fun and exciting or because they are becoming equipped with the Word of the Lord? Are we shipping our kids off to church camp in hopes to straighten them out? Are we going to church because we long to hear the Lord’s teaching and be in community with those around us, or do we go in hopes that someone else hears the message without applying the message to ourselves. Or–maybe we attend church because we believe it is the right thing to do but what teaching do we carry with us throughout the week?
Ephesians 4: 11-12 “So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up.”
Here’s my personal opinion. Although I am not a psychologist, having experienced life and working with kids on many different levels, I’ve come to realize there are two extremely challenging times in a persons life. These two events in a child’s life will begin to define who they are based off how they respond and what they choose to partake in, but we as the parents have the responsibility to properly equip them.
The first defining moment; middle school. We all know middle school is the dreaded age any man, woman, or child would long to run away from. Puberty, squeaky voices, tall girls, short boys, pimples, acceptance, bullying, popularity, fashion, etc. These are all extremely weighty for a middle school child. These are the critical years of losing ones innocence and beginning to enter the stage of awareness. I do not mean losing innocence in a sexual connotation although that is the route our society travels (this is a whole different topic of discussion). I mean innocence in the realm of simply an innocent child becoming aware of their surroundings and beginning to enter adulthood. For example, what used to be an exciting time to kiss mommy and daddy is now a humiliating event. Boys caring about their hairstyle, girls wanting to wear makeup. Kids begging for a cellphone, email account and connecting on social media, the list goes on. Things that once were not of importance in your family now takes the lead of every dinner conversation. The continuation of innocence long to stay forever with our children, must flee at some point or another due to the fall of man. They will and are growing up. They will begin to experience pain in this life that you as their parent can no longer protect them from. The sadness sets in as your child experiences their first real heartache in this life. The awareness has officially set in and children begin to lose their sense of innocence.
Secondly, college brings about a trying time in a young adults life as well. Leaving home at the ripe age of 18 is like sending your 2 year old off to church camp. They are entirely too young and uneducated on how to survive in this world on their own. They are still babies. Take a look around at church and pick out the 17 year old standing two rows in front of you. They will be graduating next year. Do they look old enough? Do they have a handle on life and how to survive in this big world we call society? Are they capable of handling finances and living alone? It’s a pressure cooker out there. Expectations are high and money does not fall from the sky. Our kids take off from home with some “idea” of what life is all about but hold very little “real” knowledge on what to expect. Are they equipped?
This is a scary reality but more scary is our children drowning in our society. Their lost souls seeking acceptance from anyone and anything. We can teach your kids all we want and give them all the knowledge in the world, but they will have to choose what they believe themselves when push comes to shove. Sorority houses, parties, drugs, alcohol, sex, relationships worth investing in– the list goes on. I’m sure all of us have those stories that come from our college days and with hindsight would change many events. Our troubled years tend to be figuring out who we are and what we believe about this world. What is our survival mechanism. Sometimes we pull out of the haze and other times we are stuck in those years for a long time, simply lost.
Our kids need solid teaching, solid family foundation and solid biblical teaching. Our churches need to equip our students to learn how to walk the life of Christ; they need guidance not entertainment. They need tough love and acceptance. They need a safe haven and open communication. These kids need to know how to survive in this world without living at home. They need protection but Truth. They need love. They need guidance along with experience. They need Christ as the focal point of their being. We need to stop sugar coating life and equip these children.
It all starts in the home. We can pray that our churches provide great the accountability for our children but it begins and ends in our home. Life is not easy, but Christ will and has overcome this world. We need to stop with the mediocrity and be outright for Christ and Him alone. Children need to see us live out Christ in our home, families and relationships. They need to see us actively living the Narrow path rather than speak on it. They follow our example not our words.
I found this article and was actually quite amused by it. Not because I think it’s poorly written but because I think it gets back to the basics. (Read here)
Moment of Truth: Lets get back to the basics. Equip our children. Pray for our children and their tender hearts to be malleable for Christ’s teaching and guiding. Let’s live out the powerful teaching God has impressed on our hearts. Live a life that is extraordinary, not following the path of this ordinary life. Be an example to your children.
Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.
What does five minutes inside a mom’s head really look like? I saw this article and laughed to myself while crying over the harsh reality that it is beyond true in every mom’s life.
The comforting thing is we all know what one another is going through while men sit on the sidelines contemplating the next win in basketball or whose going to get drafted to which team.
Some people may think 5 minutes is nothing but a long relaxed deep breath. These five minutes are anything and everything but a deep breath. More like gasping for air, panting as if you just ran a marathon or simply drowning and still making your mental checklist.
I saw this article and it was a must share. Any and all of you who have children will relate to this article while every man reading this may think we’ve lost our minds and have our “job” so easy. “Easy?” You want to talk about easy? My life is everything but easy. Yes I may stay home with the kids and not get up at 6 and get to work by 8, work all day to have an hour lunch to enjoy the sun, take a walk or even go out to eat with the dudes to only get home at 6 pm. Dinners made for you and your kids bathed and ready for bed. “Yes, I stay home with the kids, yes MY job is easy!”
Sometimes I want to yell this to every man out there who complains about there regimen of working to support the family. I 100% appreciate and support any man who is willing to care for their family so the wife can take the opportunity to hold the house together and raise the children with good morals and standards while keeping them in a family environment rather then childcare. I also appreciate the simple fact that my husband can earn triple if not quadruple the income I could earn in a given year. Yes, I support you and greatly appreciate you and all the hard work it takes in our society these days to have a one income family! Thank you!
On the other hand, learn to appreciate your wife. Appreciate your child learning manners, learning their alphabet, getting socialized on play dates, having educational toys and activities to participate in. Appreciate that your child and wife are probably happy when you reach home at the end of the day. Appreciate that you probably don’t partake in most the household chores, errands, grocery shopping, laundry and bills that’s been taken care of for you! Appreciate that when an outburst happens at home, your wife probably knows how to handle the situation and guide you through it!
This may make you laugh at the harsh reality of it, but lets be honest, a man wants respect and appreciation so badly. This is what makes a man a man. We all long for respect and appreciation as well. We may long to receive it in different ways than our spouse but oh how true it is to feel that respect for what you do on a daily basis. Both men and women need to bot give respect and receive respect. We work our jobs because that’s the job we’ve been given at that point in time and we need to be thankful and appreciative of one another. Households are no easy to run and we all know earning an income to support a family is a challenge in and of itself. No need to put one another down and compare our job tasks, simply appreciate them and love them for what they do!
For a little humor read this article: 5 Minutes inside a moms head
Moment of Truth: Multi-tasking is the essence of a mother’s life. Learning how to manage her family to get everyone where they need to be, projects done, bills paid and fresh clothes to wear is the essence of a mother who cares. All you mom’s out there, you do a great job even though it is often a thankless job! Keep it up!
I’ve talked about wanting to grow my very own garden but I’ve never had the proper area to do so. Once we moved in to our new house, I was very excited as this was now a possibility. Now that summer is quickly approaching I’ve become quite nervous to begin the process as longing to grow a garden and actually doing so have entirely different outcomes. The beautiful thoughts inside my head of what my garden will look like and the luscious vegetables we will receive is unending. But there is a sudden realness to the cold reality that my mind can dream big and my ‘living garden’ may not be as big and full of unending vegetables.
A couple days ago I bought some vegetables to begin the process. Now, the little I know about growing a garden comes from my dad. He always had amazing gardens full of massive zucchinis, cucumbers, never ending cherry tomatoes and extra large, juicy tomatoes. He also had grapes, green beans, pumpkins, peaches and apples. The task it took to bear this garden was never explored. I simply reaped the benefits and thoroughly enjoyed it. But now…..that is a different story. The years of reaping the benefits of my dads luscious garden was all a waste when it comes to beginning mine. I learned nothing from him as I was never interested because I knew weeding would follow my interest. Learning about the process would require me to be outside which would lead to those nasty “weeds that overtake a garden if not tended to.” I can just hear my dad trying to throw excitement into our list of outside chores. :)
Now, I fear the work put into my garden, the thought behind which vegetables to purchase and where to burry them all clouded my mind as I know I have the tendency to kill plants by over watering or under watering. I can’t seem to find the proper amount of every plant; maybe because every plant is ENTIRELY different and I know nothing about them.
So tonight I took my fear head on and tossed my little plants into the recently weeded “garden area” and hoped for the best. I planted and watered just as instructions had advised. Now, with great hopes I long to reap some benefit as I tugged away the many weeds the seemed to appear before my eyes.
Now what happens….I wait and wait.
I will water and I will wait. I will water and I will weed. I will water, weed and hope for the best! But most of all, I will update you on my adventure ahead.
I had a dear friend contacted me this week with a lot of struggle and pain she is battling within her family. I felt the deep urge to reach out and see if things were okay and to my surprise that was the Holy Spirit prompting me to pray for her and her family.
After a long conversation, the questions come up about anxiety, worry and fear. Oh how I know this all to well. The reality is most women probably struggle with this on some level or another. Her and I, are like two peas in a pod with fear and anxiety. We can allow it to consume our body literally paralyzing our souls keeping us from thinking beyond that moment. We go deeper and deeper into the hole of ‘worst case scenarios.’
Telling her and reassuring her that worrying will not change the outcome, it simply will make you feel worse but the outcome remains the same. As I speak this truth to her, I am reminding myself that I need to believe what I say. It’s not always easy. And this is a reality we must choose to remember. Life is hard and painful and when you are not experiencing trials of many kinds, give thanks because we know in life we are either in the middle of the storm, coming out of the storm or getting prepared to head back in. This is the cycle of life.
When we are in a healthy spot, heading into the storm helps prepare us to better handle the situation. The storm itself will also help teach us something new that we hadn’t learned previously. Take the opportunity to look at the positive while in the middle of pain, hurt, tragedy, and heartache. Prepare yourself to learn the truth in the middle of messes. This will help keep you focused and grounded.
My girlfriend mentioned how she thought she had it all together and boy did God open her eyes to realize she didn’t have it all together let alone how desperately she did need Him. What a blessing! God is working in ALL of our lives. We can tend to put our heads down in the sand when problems arise and be blinded to the hurt our dear friends are going through as well. When you pull your head up and allow yourself to be vulnerable, you will find you are not alone. We all have our own stuff to work through and some is more challenging than others. But we will come through! When you are not currently in the midst of the storm, be that shoulder for those who are hurting deeply. You will be surprised what others are dealing with and you will feel a sense of relief to be able to be there with them.
Night time can be our worst hurdle. Laying our sleepy heads to rest and letting your mind wander can be a deadly trap. Waking up from cold sweats to only find you worrying yet again. Laying awake for hours hoping and praying to fall back asleep but you can’t seem to do anything but let your mind take over! These are deadly traps from the enemy. He is out to destroy you and “our minds our the last bastion of rebellion!” The power our mind holds is vast, yet God is even bigger than that!
Moment of Truth: We all long for comfort and security. This must come from the Lord and Him alone. But we all need to provide that love and prayer for one another. Be vulnerable! Be compassionate! Be wise! And be loving! I heard it once said, “we are only in the storm for as long as it takes to learn what God has in store.” Take advantage of where you are currently and choose to learn, don’t allow self pity to consume you!