Krista Lynn Campbell

The Journey

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 …

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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. …

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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 …

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some gave all

With a firm handshake, the elderly gentleman introduced himself as “jumpin” Jack. His nickname derived from his new hobby: sky diving. Jumpin Jack still has a zest for life at 95 years young. It was a Fourth of July honor to meet Jack, hear his story, and thank him for his service. Young Jack served …

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an exchange

“I wasn’t doing well in several subjects, so my mom and I decided it was best for me to quit school.” ~ Derly I read Derly’s words again, hoping for a different outcome. The second time revealed the same hard truth: Derly quit school. I’ve exchanged letters with this lovely young lady from Colombia since …

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the long way home

An unfamiliar face walked toward the microphone in the center of the stage. The stranger introduced himself as the drummer in the worship band. A commercial painter who felt the call to preach. He was the drumming painter-preacher, Ryan. Preaching was in Ryan’s blood; his grandfather and father both answered the Call. Now, after wandering …

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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 high school, he …

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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 swings, time for …

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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 Tanzanian market for …

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