Krista Lynn Campbell

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…