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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

The Secure Voice

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

“They called me a ‘fail lover’, mommy.” Now, I certainly didn’t know what that meant, but I did know this: they’d better not be calling my boy that. Apparently, the bullying had been going on for quite a while. There were other adjectives used to describe him, but I will stop with “fail-lover”. Mothers everywhere describe their sons as sweet, quiet, and docile, but Caleb really is! He has one of the most genuine hearts I have ever seen, and I usually ask God, “How is it that I get to be his mom?” He loves the underdog, and the underdog he made friends with was a boy who was made fun of all the time, and was called a “fail” quite often. Due to their friendship

When Life Leaves You Fractured

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

It was one of those moments. You know, the kind where you can’t feel the lower half of your body. A young boy walked up and said, “Are you Cameron’s mom?” The way he said it ... my motherly instinct knew he wasn’t asking because he was curious. Something was wrong. “Follow me,” he ordered, his voice elevated. As our walk slowly turned into a run, the other moms followed. When a child is hurt, a sudden hush comes over a crowd of moms talking, and a sense of uneasiness sets in. As we followed, a man rushed towards us with my crying child in his arms. “He fell from the top of the slide, it could have been so bad!” he shouted. This man was an angel--he was a

Fighting For Purpose

Written by Kerrie Oles  |  Found in: Main Articles

I had no idea that I was in a room full of warriors. Warriors fight. They were victims of human trafficking; sounds like words from a CSI television episode, doesn’t it? Well, unfortunately, it’s not just on television- it is real. While on a mission trip I had the privilege and honor to be in a room full of women who had been rescued from the world of trafficking. I have heard numerous testimonies in my life; however, none have left me with such emotion as hearing these women. I was and am forever changed. Listening to their rescue scenarios, I was struck by their amazing bravery, how they made daring attempts, and how they cried out from the depths of their souls to be