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Embracing Grace

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

We call it “Breaking the Chains,” night and usually, they are a bit apprehensive of what that is going to entail.

One Of Those Women

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

I knew in an instant I was one of those women. If you live long enough suppressing and pretending something never happened, you can almost lull yourself into believing it. That’s exactly where I was all those years ago. What was supposed to be an evening of friends, laughter, and game playing quickly became a night I knew "something" was not right with me. I just didn't have the tools back then to get help or even know where to go to get it for that matter. There were many new things in my life at that time. I had just had my first child, moved to a new neighborhood, was in my first home, and was beginning in a new church. Let me clarify that last bit: it was the very FIRST church I

How The Legacy Began

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

"You mean, you just stopped in to say thank you?" Slowly, the modest, elderly gentlemen's eyes filled with tears. "No one has ever done that." This day started out Iike any other, but in a moment, became a day we would not soon forget. In a small house converted to a church, we stood with the man that had essentially changed all of our lives. On this day, I believed we changed his. Colorado Springs was much prettier than I expected, but due to the forest fires, it was hotter than I would have liked. I was about to see that no matter what the temperature, nothing was going to stop my husband from doing what he heard God tell him to do. "I feel like we need to drop by their

Getting To The Biscuits

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

Every street became a dead end. It was the first week of school after the holidays. I had been up an hour and I already wanted the day to be over. It was emphatically, one of those days. My sweet, blue eyed son, Cameron, was crying in the backseat. "Mommy, I'm going to miss the biscuits." With construction on every corner around my neighborhood my headache worsened, and we were very late to school. Today– was no ordinary day. My second grader was going to watch biscuits rise in the oven, and hear about how Jesus rose for us as well. Stuck in traffic, all I could think was; I wanted Jesus to rise me above the traffic and land us at school on time. We were clearly going to miss the