Friday, March 29, 2013

Spring Break Forever...

Well I certainly haven't been on here for quite a few days. I've been too busy with an amazing
spring break!
I did the 30 Hour Famine which was an amazing way to serve (all together we raised 5,000 dollars!!).
I enjoyed bowling at big Al's with friends on Wednesday.
And then, on Thursday, after a sleepover, had a blast with six of my friends at Cannon Beach and Seaside.
The day was amazing - an interesting game of apples to apples in the car, starbucks coffee, swimming (FREEZING!!) and tanning at Cannon Beach, shopping, incredible pizza, crazy driving in the parking lot, and our own Harlem Shake. Yep, yesterday was a super fantastic day! :D

Sunday, March 24, 2013

When Life Gives You Lemons...

What you do today is important,
because you are trading a day of your life for it.
Thus, it is important to try and always respond well to whatever
happens to you.
I constantly have to remind myself that there are going to be many times that people are mean or hurtful in my life (it never stops!), but how I react makes all of the difference.
Just because someone is being a jerk doesn't mean you should let them "take away your sparkle."
That's what they want, isn't it?
Most of the time when people say or do unkind things to you it is on purpose.
Don't give them the benefit of watching you suffer.
And sometimes people are just dumb.
For instance, while doing door-to-door fundraising for 30 Hour Famine,I was shocked by one of the responses I got (Now, I am okay with people not giving money. But, they can be nice about it when they say no. I don't need a lecture about how we shouldn't help other countries!).
After telling a man about how we go without food for 30 hours as apart of raising money for starving children, he asked me, in a not so nice way, if that was why I am "sooooo skinny."
Pretty much, he said it in a way to make fun of me and the fact that I was helping out starving children from countries other than America.
Even though I am not insecure about my body at all and that wasn't the worst thing he could have said, it ticked me off. 
What was going through my head?
Well, it was something like "look, buddy, this is called being fit. ...unlike what you've got going for you. Maybe you should go without food for a while."
But, of course, I did not say that.
I just smiled and listened to him preach to me about not supporting anyone but America.
The fact is, his stinky remarks don't REALLY matter.
Why should I give him the satisfaction of showing my irritation?
Keeping my cool, which shows I am much more mature than he is, was the best way to respond.
Anyways, I just want to encourage you all to enjoy your day and not worry about what others say or do to you.
How you react, in the end, effects you the most.
Wear your smile, spread your love, and don't let anyone hide you sparkle.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Coffee Cup Cozy

I absolutely loved making this cup cozy!
Its so adorable and super simple to make!
Want instructions?

Dancing in the Rain

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,
its about learning to dance in the rain.
Everybody wants happiness.
Nobody wants pain.
But, you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.
So get out their and enjoy the rain!!!

Friday, March 22, 2013

On the Road to Nowhere

Ever felt/feel like you were/are on the road to nowhere?
You know, where life just seems to be going nowhere, and there are no turn offs for you to
 start over or get "back on track?"
I have felt these feelings at many points in my life, although a much anticipated camping
trip actually turned into this for me!
In the summer of 2010, I literally "rode the road."
(I know this story may look very long, but please read it. I assure you that you will be laughing by the end of it, even if it seems boring at the beginning.)
Camping Plans:
     My family and I were especially eager for a camping trip that August. It had been a couple years since we last experienced the amusement of such an expidition! Consequently, we each excitedly prepared for the desired get-away. Reservations were made months ahead of time for us to stay at the beautiful Olallie Lake, where we were to spend four nights in a cute, little log cabin near the water's edge. During that time, we planned to hike at least one trail through the forst, and take a small boat out onto the picturesque lake. Plus, we looked forward to enjoying a camp fire at the end of each day. Full of anticipation, our vehicle was packed with not much room to spare, and a small raft lay securely tied on the top of our van. On the day of our trip, Mama as to drive my sisters and me out to our cabin, and then Daddy would join us the following afternoon. I thought this would most assuredly be the best part of my whole summer; that is, until our plans went amiss.
Yellow Jacket Delay:
     On the morning of our awaited retreat, the 19th of August, my family and I were anxious to be on our way. Sure, we had a late start. Accounting for this delay was a yellow jacket sting on the previous day. The unfortunate wasp victim was my mother. She was itching and swelling, somewhat uncomfortably, from the sting she received. However, with pain medicine in her system, a poultice on her wound, and an ice pack taped on the top of that, our vacation was still in view.
     At two o'clock in the afternoon, we left out Hillsboro home and hit the road full of energy and excitement! However, we did not get very far. My mother began feeling worse just when we reached Newberg, about fifteen minutes down the road. As a result, we stopped at a Thriftway store, hoping to find a medication that would help stop her sweeling, itching, and stinging. In the store, mom hunted down many ailes, reading the labels of all sorts of drugs. She even fruitlessly talked to one of the store's druggists for a good while. Meanwhile, my sisters and I waited out in our crammed automobile. As a great deal of time flew by and we became uncomfortable in our seats, I could not help but stare at our car's clock. One by one the minutes dragged by before my eyes. "What could be taking her so long?" my littler sisters consistently asked. The exclamations of, "I'm tired!" "My back hurts!" and "I'm hot!" rang through my ears. When my mother FINALLY came back, we were each excited to resume our plans that is, until she told us that she had found nothing.
     Consequently, we visited another store. Again, my sisters and I tried our best to make ourselves comfortable in the car while she searched and searched for a remedy to relieve her worsening symptoms. Once more she climbed into our car empty-handed. Despite this inconvenience, we all decided we were not turning back and giving up on our long awaited camping trip.
     Again, we set out on our adventure, even though the day was passing quickly and we were not much closer to our destination. Nevertheless, as before, we did not get very far. Upon reaching Tualatin, around four o'clock, Mama's arm was itching and swelling too badly to be ignored. Knowing she seriously seriously needed medical attention, we stopped for the third time, at a Kaiser Clinic. At the clinic, Mama first had to fill out paperwork and hope she would be seen. Then, she sat in a waiting room for an extended time before being examined by a doctor. Lastly, she was prescribed with a medication, which, of course she waited in line for at the pharmacy. In the mean time, my siblings and I sat in our car again. We waited, and waited, and waited. A long hour later, we watched with relief as mom emerged from the clinic. She had received some special medication and more ice packs for her arm. We were back on the road again and NOTHING was going to stop us!
Out of Gas
     Our plans were proceeding well now as we made our way to our camping destination, but those plans would soon go awry. Fun conversaton filled our car, gorgeous scenery and a stunning sunset surrounded us., We did meet the homeward-bound rush-hour traffic, though, forcing us to proceed slowly. Yet, we were on our way, and that was all that mattered!
     When we finally make it through all of the traffic, we were still happy. Cheerily, we drove from Estacad, listening to upbeat music and even now enjoying the setting sun, that shined through the forest's branches. Half an hour after leaving Estacada, however, we had a serious problem. Mother glanced down at our gas tank gage and to her horror noticed that it was close to empty! Over fifty miles lay ahead of us. We would never be able to make it with so little gas. Thus, we returned to Estacada and fed our hungry tank. It took another whole hour to reach the place where we made our turn-around. Would things ever begin to go smoothly for us?
     Starting where we left off, we hoped the worst was behind us. With a full tank of gas, what more could go wrong? A few more miles put behind us, the clock showed sewven in the evening. Now, it suddenly started getting dark, and my family and I were beginning to get a little worried. What if the resort was closed by the time we got there? What if we had to sleep in our car until morning when we could get our cabin key? Or, what if our car broke down? We, only a mother, teenager, and two little girls, definitely did not want to be stuck all alone in the middle of the wilderness. Still, we made out way to our destination.
The Bad News
     With our fun retreat plans still in mind, we continued driving. Unhappily, we found our Google directions becoming very hard to follow, so much so that we ended up lost. We did not know exactly where we were and which turn-offs to take. Repeatedly, we drove past a few of the same turn-offs, hoping to find a sign we had missed. Finally, we were forced to turn a ways back and stop at a ranger station. There, we found a couple ranger who readily answered our questions. With new directions we were back on track. When we at last reached the dirt road leading to our lake, it was pitch black. For a while, we proceeded slowly in our car as it rattled down the bumpy path. Then, we noticed that something strange was happening. Car after car passed us, going in the opposited direction, and we proceeded, the only people heading to the resort. At first, nothing seemed wrond. When the first and then second car passed us, we patiently moved to the shoulder of the narrow road to let them pass. However, when our van moved over for the third, fourth and soon tenth car, we began wondering what could possibly be the matter. Still, we drove on. After thirteen long, bumpy miles, we reached our destination at last, only to be informed that a nearby forest fire was changing our plans! A ranger standing at the gate which closed off the resort told us that the fire was raging towards the lake. In one hour's time the fire had gone from burning thirty acres of the surrounding forest to ninety. Everyone was being evacuated! We would not even get a glimpse of the lake! My family and I were utterly disappointed. My little sister, who had sat so patiently while stapped in her car seat all day, began to cry. What an end to our camping trip.  It was now nine o'clock, and we had to make our way homw with no hopes of camping that later in the summer. Olallie Lake would not be open for another year. By the time we finally reached ou house, we had been sitting in the car for over ten hours! I have never been more happy to see my bed.
So yeah, I have "ridden the road."
Anyways, if you are feeling like your life is going nowhere, I encourage you to do the following:
~ Take a deep breath
~ Fix yourself up
~ Eat yummy food
~ Read a good book
~ Soak up the sun
~ Look at Pinterest
~ Make fun plans
Ta ta for now! :)
~ Mikela
P.S. Please share your funny or sad stories like mine in a comment on here. I would love to hear from you and know that I am not writing to a blank audience. haha
P.P.S. I know life can get rough, so if you need to rant about life problems to a stranger, feel free to contact me at

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Letting Go of the Anchor

Letting go.. It can be so hard sometimes.. And yet, it is very necessary.
Why struggle with yesterdays baggage when you can savor todays joys?
I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have had to let go of bad memories and move on to making new ones.
I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have had to forgive people who have really hurt me.
I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have had to forgive myself for making stupid mistakes.
But, I especially cannot even begin to tell you how wonderful it feels when you do.
It is extremely freeing to the soul.
Thus, it is time for you to stop being weighed down by guilt, regret and sorrow.
Cut the anchor and set sail! Free yourself to live a happy and meaningful life!
Have a fabulous day!
~ Mikela
If you are feeling guilty because you have hurt someone, make it right. Apologize. That is the right thing to do and very freeing as well (however, don't keep punishing yourself afterwards.). 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Monday, March 18, 2013

30 Hr Famine

Yesterday I enjoyed an amazing experience.
After church, I went fundraising for World Vision's 30 Hr Famine, with four of my friends, and was blessed to meet an amazing man.
But, before I get to that part of the "story," here's a little info on the world and the 30 Hour Famine.
More than 925 MILLION - one in seven of all people alive - are suffering from starvation.
More than 20,000 children, younger than 5, died every day in 2011 - most from preventable causes like hunger, poverty, and disease.
World Vision wants to help.
This Christian humanitarian organization has over 60 years of experiece in feeding the hungry.
How does it work?
People, like my friends and I, go without food for 30 Hours to raise money so that others can eat.
We accomplish this by informing people of World Visions work online or by going door-to-door, which is what my friends and I did.
After we raise $120 or more, we all go without food for 30 hours together at our church.
This fasting gives us a small taste of what hungry kids all over the world feel every day.
We can't save the whole world, but we can help one child at a time ( just $130 feeds a child for a whole year).
We can't feed everyone, but I guarantee you that that ones we do will never be the same.
Every donation, no matter how small, will ease or stop the aches of a childs stomach and the pain of its mother watching it die.
Now, back to my "story."
My friends and I were amazed by the generosity of the first man we met.
This older gentleman happily gave us the $20 bill from his pocket even though he recently lost his wife, job and now his house!
He was not complainging or asking for pity when he told us these sad happenings, but was apologizing for not being able to give more.
My friends and I were overcome by this act of kindness.
We felt horrible, at first, for ever knocking at his door; however, he insisted that we keep the money and said that he was happy we could deepen our faith at church.
This is true giving.
Amazingly, we raised $105 dollars in just 30 mins!!!
If you would like to help feed a child, please check out
Thanks for reading!
~ Kela

Sharing Gods Love

This Saturday I had some time to kill with two of my girlfriends in Portland.
What to do after having breakfast, drinking coffee at Public Domain, and racing a parking-ticket-checker (we had forgotten to pay a $1.60 for a parking ticket and didn't want to pay a huge fine... we made it... :P ) to our car?
Well, when we were "brainstorming," this pinterest picture came to mind: 
So, we did it!
Below is the note I wrote and left in a yucky book at Powells. Hopefully it will help someone.

This letter, short as it was, was very sincere and heart-felt.
If any of you are struggling with feeling alone, forgotten or forsaken, please know that there is always someone - the greatest one - who cares for you.
Jesus loves you.
This, as I said in the letter, may sound stupid, silly, or just plain pathetic to you; however, it IS true.
Jesus DOES love you and wants to have a personal relationship with you.
You may think he is bossy and a  kill-joy, but he really just wants to protect you from harm.
I whole-heartedly admit that I do not understand him, but I know he cares about me and want to spend the rest of my life learning more and more about him.
I owe him that much...
John 3:16
~ Kela
P.S. What are your thoughts on this? I'd love to hear what you have to say..

Friday, March 15, 2013

Never Give Up on What You Love

Here goes my first post on this new blog of mine.
Where to start...
How about a confession?
I am a major fan of music, escpecially the kind that makes me want to dance (I know, I know. This doesn't sound like a confession, but bear with me)!
I have played the piano for over 10 years and take voice lessons.
Music is like paradise to me. When I play or listen (usually at full blast on my headset!) to it, I feel as though I have entered into a new world. 
Music makes my soul feel free and I suddenly "live" in a music video.
I love music. Enough said.
So, heres the confession. I have suffered from some extreme lows in my life. And, during some of my saddest times, instead of turning to my music for comfort I abandoned it.
Yes, I still listened to music; however, I ceased, for a whole year, to let my heart create its own melody upon the beautiful black and white keys of my piano.
If you've watched The Last Song, my story sounds familiar to Ronnie's (although, I do not think that I am as skilled with the piano or singing as her).
 I was just so angry at life that I gave up on my music...
Then, a couple months ago, I met two wonderful people - Isabel and Isaac (18 and 16 yrs) - who, without even knowing it, "relit the flame" for me.
These two friends are obsessed with guitar, piano, and singing, and have both been in bands in their home country - Uganda.
Watching their enthusiasm for music made me miss mine.
It feels so good!
I wish I had never stopped, but I now have a newer and clearer appreciation for my piano, the lessons I had, and my parents who provided them to me for so many years.
I am now working on Christina Perri's song "A Thousand Years" and will hopefully be recording it with my friends sometime in the next couple of months.
Anyways, I just want to encourage you all to NEVER give up.
Do not let your anger get in the way.
Stick with whatever it is you enjoy.
Even if you feel inadequite or like an idiot at what you are doing, keep trying.
Remember, no one looks stupid when they are having fun.
"Never give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about"
 Since we are on the topic, here is a song that I absolutely love:

And isn't he cute! ;)

 ~ Kela