Krista Lynn Campbell

A Gift for Empty Hands

Pointing at the empty plastic water bottle in my hands, the little girl spoke rapid Swahili. Smiling and apologizing with unfamiliar words to her little ears, I assured she didn’t…

in their eyes

Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal. ~ Samuel Richardson Without saying a word, their eyes spoke volumes. Was the haunting sadness caused by hunger, neglect, sickness,…

Plan C

Rumblings and stirring launched Plan A. Go somewhere uncomfortable, do something meaningful, and bless everyone along the way. Plan A pointed to Africa. For years, God placed the beautiful continent…

yes to Mercy

The unknown number went to voicemail. Compassion International’s call delivered bittersweet news. The young man I correspond with in El Salvador was graduating. Wilmer, 16, completed all the available programs…

double heartbreak

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.   ~A.A. Milne  One email. Double heartbreak. A request to visit our sponsored child, Chisomo, in Malawi was…

man of the house

Samuel’s black jacket hung loose on his thin frame. At his Compassion project in Tanzania, he demonstrated his proficiency at welding, woodworking, and sewing. Following the tour of the facilities,…

the pilot

The metal sliding board rose in the middle of the modest playground. Children bunched together waiting for a turn down the slick runway. Goodluck and his buddies climbed up and…

a gold medal day

Relay races with colorful balloons squeezed between legs. Ping pong balls balanced on plastic spoons. Time for fun and games with children at a Compassion project in Oaxaca, Mexico. Chaos and…

a small world

In the little grocery store, we purchased beans, oil, and rice.  We added sugar, once rationed, to our basket along with a sweet treat: lollipops.  With our box of staples…