Kim Harms

Life Reconstructed

God and McDonalds


How did God spell love to me this morning? M-C-D-O-N-A-L-D-S.


A medium caramel latte, a breakfast burrito and free wifi. I am in euphoria.


I know what you are thinking. There is a Mcdonalds on every street corner. It’s just fast food. Kim has lost her mind.


You are right. I did in fact lose my mind. Somewhere between Editors Panel: Magazines and Newsletters and How to Write For Christianity Today Publications it slipped right out of my head. I think it may be hiding in a corner of the Billy Graham Center in pure terror.

But seriously, it’s day three of the four-day Write to Publish conference and I just dropped off my lifeline (Tori Haverkamp) at the airport. The thought of returning immediately to the place that turned my brain to mush was not appealing. The golden arches beckoned me, and I accepted their invitation with joy.

Over the past two days, I have attended multiple editor panels, elective classes and appointments with editors. I have had some people tell me I can write and others have left me feeling like a complete nincompoop. When I am not getting inundated with information, I am walking to the dining hall, walking to my dorm room, walking to the Billy Graham Center. When I am not walking or learning or eating, I am wondering what in the world I am doing. And all this time I am surrounded by people I do not know. I sit in class with unfamiliar people. I eat with unfamiliar people. I share umbrellas with unfamiliar people. I even share a bathroom with unfamiliar people.  Needless to say, I am about 1.5 million miles out of my comfort zone.

Though I strongly prefer my comfort zone, I have had some good experiences in this different world. I made a new friend in Mary Potter Kenyon. I’ve had some great people in the writing business critique my work. And when I relocate my mind, I am sure that I will find some valuable stuff in there. I have had some really fun conversations with Tori. One of which almost led to me laughing out loud during a panel discussion. (I think that would have been frowned upon.) I have met magazine and book editors and shared a meal with Jack Cavanaugh and Les Stobbe.

I am beyond thankful for the scholarship I received for this conference, but it has been hard. I am tired. I miss my family. I wanted to hop on that airplane with Tori. But here I am at McDonalds trying to work up the umph to head back to Wheaton College.

When I get there, I will take a deep breath and head back into the trenches for two more days. I’m pretty sure if I was alone in this I would head home, but God has been using the first chapter of Joshua to remind me that He is always with me. And He will never leave me nor forsake me, even when I am 1.5 million miles out of my comfort zone. And it is for that reason that I did not grovel at Tori’s feet for a seat on the plane.


Author: Kim Harms

I am a contributor at CT Women (previously known as Today's Christian Woman where I was a regular contributor as well). I blog monthly at and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, Guideposts, Thriving Family and Creation Illustrated. Cancer made an unwelcome visit in my breast in January 2016, and I am now working on a book about breast reconstruction after having gone through the insane process myself. My incredible husband of 18 years, Corey, is my biggest writing cheerleader and together we are having a ball raising our three growing boys; Carter 15, Owen 14 and Lewis 10.

4 thoughts on “God and McDonalds

  1. I am tired, too. I am still not sure why I am here but I’ve decided to stop trying to figure it out and just relax and go along for the ride, sure that God brought me here for a reason, even if that reason turns out to be my children needed to know how to miss me. My heart aches with missing them, even if my 15-year-old hastens to add after her complaints about my youngest, “Don’t worry. I don’t want you to come home early.” My 8-year-old cries on the phone last night and we say, simultaneously, “I wish Dad was here.” It took a huge leap of faith to come here and a great deal of trust in our Father, but I sure am glad he brought me you to share it with. A big HUG to you, Kim.

  2. Thanks Mary. I keep reminding myself if Mary can do this with all she’s going through right now, surely I can do it too.

  3. Praying for you, Kim. Do not be dismayed or discouraged…
    If your mind shows up back here before you do, we’ll hold onto it ’til you get here. 🙂
    Summer Lee

  4. Thanks Summer. I think I found my mind. And I only walked into the men’s bathroom once and spilled one glass of milk while it was missing.

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