Krista Lynn Campbell

matters of the heart

The thick envelope exposed the secret. In addition to a donation request, the American Heart Association enclosed return address labels decorated for Valentine’s Day. “Be Mine” and “With Love” written across red and gold hearts adorned each sticky label. Reminders to be kind to my heart, go easy on the chocolate, and spread some love … matters of…

a handsome charro

My heart smiled as Angel beamed under the large sombrero. For his school’s dance, Angel dressed as a charro, a traditional Mexican horseman. His letter offered happy words and pictures of a smiling charro. “Many people congratulated me and said I looked handsome and they had many pictures taken with me.” So much joy and confidence in … a handsome…

promises

The special delivery arrived on September 24th by Fed Ex. The driver muscled the pallet across the gravel driveway and into the garage. With scissors in hand, I sliced open small, medium, and large boxes to discover their contents. It was like Christmas morning. Each box contained beautiful promises. Pens, pencils, rulers, and notebooks declare promises … promisesRead More…

invitations

No fanfare, wax seal, or calligraphy adorned the cream-colored envelope. Inside, a folded 8.5 X 11 piece of paper extended a grand invitation. An invitation to connect with a child. Invitations from children served by Compassion International and World Vision remind me to look beyond my walls, worries, and wishes and step into their world. … invitationsRead More…

choosing to see

Ethan could have missed it. He could have been too naive, too overwhelmed, too selfish, or too young. Instead, Ethan chose to see. In 2017, Ethan and his father visited Uganda and their sponsored child, Emmanuel. While there, Ethan saw children walking everywhere barefoot and decided to do something. He gave Emmanuel his shoes. As … choosing to…

the face of rejection

With a furrowed brow and curled lips, his chubby hand extracted the orange bite. A quick taste was all my 16-month old grandson needed to reach a verdict. Rejection. I grabbed the small piece of cooked carrot before it landed on the floor where all rejected foods live. During meal time, I recognize the rejection process: … the face…