Krista Lynn Campbell

Angels of God

With sanitized hands and shoes removed, I slipped on borrowed footwear before passing through the door labeled: Angels of God. A children’s center, on the outskirts of Nairobi, Kenya, cares…

filling buckets

We can't help all the children but we can help some. And that feels like Jesus.

with open hands

In Williamsburg, Virginia, an overhead door bell jingled. Away from the weaver, wheelwright, and wigmaker, a store offered yummy treats. Samplings of handcrafted Virginia peanuts, chocolate-covered peanuts, peanut brittle, and…

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,…