October 6, 2016 KimHarms 2Comment

Leslie Leyland Fields graciously granted me an interview about Crossing the Waters, and I’m excited to share it it with you. I quoted this book in my previous post, when I talked about how powerful the image of water has been to me this year. Crossing the Waters was really a gift at the end of a storm. Leyland’s life as an Alaskan fisherwoman allows her to come at scripture from a unique perspective. And her story-telling brings new life to well-loved passages of the Bible. Enjoy this short conversation with Leslie Leyland Fields, and then go buy her book. 🙂     1.Tell me…

October 3, 2016 KimHarms 2Comment

When you pass through the waters I will be with you. Isaiah 43:2 The image of water has been a big deal to me this year. The power. The tranquility. The danger. The beauty. Cancer was my water. Fear-inspiring, yet fused with the beautiful. So hard, yet covered by a peace I cannot explain. The water was rough, but Jesus was constant. One night long ago on the stormy Sea of Galilee, Peter jumped out of a boat and began walking to Jesus. He sees a man walking toward him on the water and says “Lord if it’s you, tell me to…

September 24, 2016 KimHarms

Photo by Katie Swanson Sweet saturating sunshine  Remind me always of how Jesus enveloped us in light even when days were dark.

July 30, 2016 KimHarms 6Comment

A coffee and my Bible. An unanswered why and uncontrollable tears. This is how I started my day. I trust Jesus. I know the Word of God is Truth. I have seen beautiful things come from ugly things this year. But I still have mornings of whys. I’ve wondered why I got cancer. Not in a Why me? I don’t deserve this kind of way. (I have honestly never struggled with that.) But more in a What purpose does this serve in my life? kind of way. I know God wouldn’t run me through the wringer for nothing, but I don’t have a…

July 12, 2016 KimHarms 1Comment

Proverbs 23:22 Listen to your father, who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old. I had a friend years ago whose relationship with her mother was strained. They talked regularly. And though they honestly loved each other, it was not uncommon for their conversations to end in utter frustration. You see, they loved each other, but they didn’t really like each other. One expected too much, the other couldn’t let go of the past. I have lost touch with that friend and don’t know where her relationship with her mother stands today, but I…