February 14, 2018 KimHarms

So Happy Happy Birthday And Happy Valentine’s too. I am far beyond blessed that I get to do this life with you.

November 21, 2017 KimHarms 2Comment

I’ve been on the receiving end of sweet selfless love since my wedding day 19 years ago. Corey has got loving me figured out. Want to make your wife feel loved? Read on. 19 ways to love your wife. Date Her. This is much easier for us now that our kids are older, but alone time is just as important when you’ve got toddlers running around. So put on a button down shirt, shave that scruffy face and take your woman out for steak. Or grab Hy-Vee Chinese and play board games in your living room. Or pack a lunch…

August 4, 2017 KimHarms

Four years after sending a query to Creation Illustrated hoping to write about my first backpacking trip, I received an invitation to write the story. Four. Years. (I’ve had to wait quite a while for responses to queries in the past, but four years is crazytown. ) It was worth the wait, however, because that query turned into an 8-page spread in the magazine. I love writing for online publications, but there is something extra sweet about pulling a magazine out of the mailbox and finding your byline in print. The fact that it was backgrounded by a giant photo…

July 19, 2017 KimHarms 2Comment

I sat on the deck overlooking the Rocky Mountains in the cool of the morning. Coffee in one hand, Kindle in the other. I’d been reading through the New Testament, but for a change of pace I downloaded a little vacation devotional from Amazon for our week in Colorado. On our first morning in Granby, I read this prayer. Heavenly Father, Awaken my spiritual eyes to see you fully, in all your glory. Give me discernment to see beyond what my physical eyes will allow. Amen. The prayer struck me as odd considering I was getting an eyeful of God’s…

November 19, 2014 KimHarms 1Comment

My latest article published at Today’s Christian Woman today. Below you will find the first few paragraphs and a link to the rest of the story. BACKING HIS WILD SIDE Our living room floor was littered with backpacking gear. As my husband, Corey, calculated each ounce of weight he was adding to his pack, I calculated ways to keep him from leaving. Who was this guy I married anyway? This man who can’t go a year without either climbing a fourteener in Colorado or canoeing some Buffalo River rapids. This husband who would choose to abandon me for trips that…