Krista Lynn Campbell

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 additional salty and sweet combinations filled The Peanut Shop. On a recent visit with my 3-year-old grandson, we approached a can of salted peanuts. Open … with open…

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 want an empty bottle. But pointing persisted as frustration levels increased. She followed as I searched for a translator. A kind woman explained the child … A Gift…

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, or the challenges children face in Kenya? The unhappiness in their eyes generated tears in mine. Unable to erase the image of their mournful expressions, my … in their…

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 on my heart and mind. Time to step into the unknown. An internet search led to a ministry working with children in Uganda. I completed … Plan C…