Krista Lynn Campbell

Meet Krista
The Journey

spreading hope

Her voice dripped with joy and happiness. I turned up the volume to Laurie’s hopeful story. Her son, Micah, wanted nothing to do with her for 2 1/2 years. No contact or communication with her prodigal. Micah considered mom’s rules too strict so he moved in with his father. Now graduating from…

three little boys

Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven. ~ Henry Ward Beecher I hustled to keep up with my toddling 15-month grandson. We both walked unsteadily across the mulched playground. Fun times at Tot Lot, a little kid play area constructed on a former landfill. After the sliding board and…

a box of chocolates

African souvenirs displayed with new and old knick knacks. A menagerie of beauty and significance adorn my living space. An eclectic collection I call home. This hodgepodge taste moved from my walls to my writing. Wanderings and pauses gathered and woven into stories. From the North Carolina coast with Big Earl, to a…

room to dream

The old farmhouse consisted of three bedrooms for our family of six. My parents in one room and my two older sisters claimed another. The third and smallest room had enough space for one bed which I shared with my younger sister. As my older sisters married and an addition was built,…

The Rescue of Big Earl

As the shrimping boat’s nets tangled in its propeller, winds pushed Big Earl onto shore. Stranded on the North Carolina sands, Big Earl needed rescued. When we saw the news, my husband and I visited Big Earl. The line of cars signaled where to park. Rain added to the drama as the crowd…

the red dress

Nothing attracts attention like a red dress. ~Laura Bush Her red dress looked so familiar. A photo search revealed the answer. Two years earlier on a unique shopping day in Tanzania a little girl fell in love with a red dress. As my husband climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, I enjoyed special time with our…

obedience

He descended the ladder and stepped away from his work. Hired to repair our broken windows, the young man had more on his heart and mind than measuring. He wanted to talk. If God presented him with an opportunity to speak with us, he would take it. That time was now. Years…

more than a story

Enormous sets of boats, towns, and landscapes changed before my eyes. Trained sheep, goats, and pigs entered and exited on cue without accidents. With a Mr. Sticky cinnamon bun and a padded chair, I settled in to experience the live stage performance of ‘JESUS’. For two hours, actors sang and performed as…

closed doors

The wind is moving, but I am standing still. A life of pages waiting to be filled. A heart that’s hopeful, a head that’s full of dreams, but this becoming is harder than it seems. ~Michael W. Smith, “Place in this World” Michael W. Smith’s song captured my heartache as I searched for meaning and…