September 12, 2018 KimHarms 1Comment

Sometimes when I walk through hard things, I have a picture in my mind of what I’m learning and how I’m growing. Sometimes I can even see a path clear through to the end. Other times I feel stuck and the picture moving forward is fuzzy. At those times, it’s often difficult to arrange the thoughts floating through my head. I felt that way between tumor detection and cancer diagnosis, but I’ve felt that way other times in my life too. When something changes that’s beyond my control. When it still feels like everything should be as it always was,…

August 28, 2018 KimHarms 8Comment

Life is  hitting me pretty hard these days, so I’ve kind of been MIA. But today I need to share one quick little story from my family’s backpacking trip this summer. And I’m going to break my own rule of NEVER posting a first draft. (I’ll probably regret it tomorrow.) I’m giving you an unedited version of what my brain is telling my fingers, because that is about all I can handle right now. Around mile 13 of our marathon 14.5 mile day on the Superior Hiking Trail, after hiking for more than 10 hours in sweltering heat, my poor…

July 16, 2018 KimHarms

Okay, I don’t really have an office. I work at my kitchen table, on my back deck, on the couch and sometimes when I’m feeling exceptionally lazy, on my bed in my pjs. (In fact, I’m still wearing my pjs right now. Shhh…don’t tell anyone.) Corey and I, along with our two oldest boys and my mom, will be spending a week in Haiti. Mom and I will teach sewing classes and Corey and the boys will be putting a roof on a house. This will be my 4th time in Haiti, Corey and Mom’s 2nd time, and Carter and…

June 19, 2018 KimHarms 2Comment

Thursday, June 14, 7:15 a.m. The storm has turned the highway into a river. White-knuckled and blinded by the pounding rain on my windshield, I want to be anywhere but here. I pray for the rain to stop. This is what fear feels like. Friday, June 15, 8:15 a.m. My stagnant little creek bed has turned into a soothing babbling brook. I sit on the makeshift wooden bridge, my feet dangling above the sand and rocks. This is exactly where I want to be. I thank God for the beauty. This is what peace feels like. I have a million…

May 28, 2018 KimHarms

  (I originally wrote the following post about freedom and sacrifice for inspireafire.com last year. I thought Memorial Day was an appropriate time to publish a slightly revised version.) Keith. That’s the name of my dad’s best boyhood friend. It’s also my brother’s name. My brother carries Keith’s name because Keith Kahlstorf was only allowed to carry it for a short time. The Vietnam War took his life when he was barely out of his teens. I’m sure he didn’t want to die. His family didn’t want him to die. My dad didn’t want him to die.  But as that…