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Plain and simple….life is hard. I never imagined that marriage would be so much work and raising children would be so intimidating. I envy those people who have discovered how to live a life full of joy, no matter their circumstances, and I dream of being that type of person… some day. I often think that I was born in the wrong era. I long for a simpler life in simpler times. I long for the

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Jagged. Piercing. Hot. Pain that penetrates to the depths of my bones. Pain so intense that my body cannot take it for another second. Pain so agonizing that my body becomes numb from the severity of it. I never imagined that someone could endure such pain. I look down to see my hand moving like a mechanical machine. Picking up shards of my shattered dreams and my brokenness, I stab them deep

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-63197328219355878662010-01-01T03:33:00.008-07:002010-01-01T12:32:02.562-07:00

As I brushed the confetti from my hair, I watched each piece fall to the ground. I couldn’t help but think that each piece that fell was a piece of 2009 – floating to the ground - gone, gone, never to be experienced again. Each piece that shaped my life over the past year. It can’t be changed. It can’t be recaptured. It is what it is…and now it is gone. I thought through the past year. A year of

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-60183363441153417312009-04-05T13:09:00.009-06:002009-04-06T14:34:30.728-06:00

WOW!!! I don’t know what else to say! I have just witnessed the most amazing Baptism service ever!When the service started today, there was a “reserved” section for the people that had planned to be baptized today. A handful of people were sitting in that section. But after our Pastor finished his sermon, people were coming out of the woodwork to be baptized! I had never seen anything like it.

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-32200310900138181912009-03-19T16:11:00.006-06:002009-03-19T16:41:08.074-06:00

I know...I know...I'm freaked out too...2 blogs in one month!I know people who don't suffer from depression have a hard time relating to those of us who do...because...let's face it...it's just something that can't be understood until you experience it. A person will NEVER understand the desperation of depression until they have lived it.Our Pastor has preached two really good sermons regarding

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Dinner at the Fisher household is definitely a unique experience. There is a lot of controlled chaos. There is a lot of noise. Most importantly, there is a lot of laughter. Instead of trying to explain what a typical dinner hour looks like, I thought that I would just bring you into it. Pull up a chair and join us for dinner.Keri: Who would like a baked potato tonight? Fisher Children (singing

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God continues to work in my life in only ways that God can; but, that isn’t what I want to write about right now - maybe later.We attend Flatirons Community Church, which I think over 8,000 people attend, so meeting people can be quite the feat sometimes. God introduced me to an incredible lady, Nan, whom I met for the first time today. Through circumstances that only God could accomplish, I was

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-74883146781407706632008-11-28T12:05:00.008-07:002008-11-28T12:24:52.790-07:00

A woman HAS to have close, meaningful girlfriends. It’s not a preference, it’s a need (if any woman tells you otherwise, I believe that she is not being truly honest with herself and is probably experiencing a loneliness deep down inside.) Yes, we love our men dearly, but there is a need within us that can only be filled by our girlfriends.There are certain topics that can only be shared and

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Okay, before I even start this blog, I'm going to give you fair warning that some of you may be offended. But this is my blog and I don't get uptight about a lot of things that most people do...and besides, I'm an Olson...we don't know how to be discreet! First, let me explain the setting. Our main bathroom has two doors. One leads to the hallway and the other leads to my bedroom.A couple of

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Jesus is your Lord & Savior. Without Him, you are nothing. Your relationship with Him needs to be your #1 priority. Nurture it. Protect it. Devote your time and energy to it. Because of our sinful nature and our natural rebellion, once you lose it, it is very difficult to restore.ALWAYS follow God’s will. If you don’t know God’s will, see #1.Go to church every Sunday – no matter what!Always

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-24514659046050438222008-10-03T23:10:00.008-06:002008-10-04T00:41:10.302-06:00

I need a sign to let me know you're hereAll of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphereI need to know that things are gonna look up'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cupWhen there is no place safe and no safe place to put my headWhen you feel the world shake from the words that are saidI need a sign to let me know you're here'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being

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“It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?” If you

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-50606753968708413422008-08-18T13:19:00.028-06:002008-08-18T15:59:28.200-06:00

I'm continuing on my quest to figure out what I want to do with my life. I would love to hear any advice or input you have as I make this journey.Are you doing what you love?Why or why not?If you are, how did you discover what you were supposed to be doing?I would really appreciate anything you can offer!

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-25505992626963136132008-08-11T19:46:00.008-06:002008-10-04T00:46:46.152-06:00

Black. Very black. The blackest of black. Thick ooze, like tar. Putrid. It’s starts small, just a speck, but within hours it has consumed me to the point that I’m choking on it.I feel it taking me over. I desperately try to stop it, but it is no use. Soon, it has consumed me. The black, thick, putrid, ooze devours me piece by piece and I slowly lose myself. I slip away. I know that as it eats me,

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-90602510262434781502008-08-05T19:51:00.015-06:002008-10-04T00:48:46.576-06:00

The summer that my third son, Levi, was two or three years old, he had a very traumatic event happen to him.I was doing the dishes and Levi came up to me and asked if I had seen his toy (I don’t remember exactly what toy it was.) I told him no and kept doing the dishes. A few seconds later, my husband informed me that he was going out to run some errands. As I finished cleaning up the kitchen, I

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-28532753690477124002008-07-31T10:53:00.005-06:002008-10-04T00:49:15.222-06:00

Normally, this is a question that a person would ask themselves in high school? But, here I am 39 years old and asking myself “What am I going to do with my life?”When I was in high school, college wasn’t even a consideration. I knew that my family didn’t have the money, and I received absolutely no guidance from the so-called “guidance counselor”. I didn’t even know that I had “options” (student

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-16593464816315074282008-07-24T13:38:00.010-06:002008-08-19T14:35:33.560-06:00

Yes…I admit it. I have been having a temper tantrum for the last several years. Yes, you read that right…years!I have been angry with God for the past several years, and just within the past six months or so I’ve realized that I’m done with my temper tantrum and ready to move on.What caused my temper-tantrum?I will never forget the night I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior at Camp ID-RA-HA-JE

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I have lived with my husband for the past 21 years of my life and we have always shared a room/bed. Up until the past few years, this has not been a problem. Now all of a sudden all I desire is a peaceful night’s rest without my husband interrupting it with his snoring and tossing and turning. I have noticed that on occasion when we don’t sleep together (he or I are out of town, etc.) how

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-8415461960868096552008-07-17T10:37:00.000-06:002008-07-17T10:41:07.333-06:00

Ok…so now I know why everyone is addicted to blogging. My mind has not shut off since I decided to start a blog. I keep thinking about all the stuff I want to blog about and all the stuff everyone is waiting on the edge of your seat for me to say (see previous blog)! My brain just keeps spinning and spinning and spinning…the ideas just keep coming and coming and coming! It’s enough to push me

~kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528488873146699273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255760780794816042.post-53574647670278746342008-07-17T09:37:00.000-06:002008-07-17T10:01:53.653-06:00

The following conversation took place between a good friend of mine and I. I started the conversation by saying:“I’ve decided that I hate blogging.”“Do you have a blog?”“No, but I’ve just spent the last two hours looking at other people’s blogs and it was a complete waste of my time.”“Why is that?”“Everyone thinks that they have something significant to say and that other people actually want to

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