Kimberly Grace’s Stories

About Kimberly Grace’s Stories

I write contemporary Christian romance books and will be sharing the drafts of my latest works in progress. My hope is to one day have them traditionally published. I will also share behind-the-scenes in-depth looks into my thoughts and writing process. authorkimberlygrace.substack.com (https://authorkimberlygrace.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast)

Publisher

Kimberly Grace

Category

fiction · religion & spirituality

Language

en

Explicit

No

First episode

22 Mar 2025

Latest episode

16 Jun 2026

Latest episodes

21 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   16 Jun 2026

   Weight limits.

   Hi, and welcome back to Kimberly Grace’s Stories Podcast. I’m Kimberly and I want to thank all my readers/listeners for tuning in to hear my stories. Today, you’re in for a special treat as we hear my latest flash fiction story, Weight limits… “Sorry, Ma’am, but you’re going to have to get off. The lap bar won’t close properly.” Alice blinked through hot tears. She knew the ride attendant was speaking to her, but for some reason, she stayed seated for a moment longer. Not a second later, and the snickering and loud whispers sailed across the other rollercoaster cars, landing squarely on Alice’s back. Her ten-year-old daughter, Isabella, remained quiet as they silently made their way off the ride and back down the long ramp. Given this was the third time it had happened today, Alice knew Isabella wouldn’t throw a fit about not being able to ride the rollercoaster. In fact, she had told her mom that it was okay, but that actually made Alice feel more guilty. As if reading her mother’s mind, Isabella patted Alice’s arm softly and offered more reassurance. “It’s okay, Mom. I’d much rather go to the waterpark instead. Can we?” The genuine hopeful look reflecting in her daughter’s bright blue eyes almost made Alice forget how ashamed she felt for being too overweight to ride the rollercoaster. At least she could hide under an umbrella in the shade and watch her daughter have fun in the pool. Thankfully, Isabella was an excellent swimmer and even made a few friends with the female lifeguards. Alice nodded her head and let a small smile escape when Isabella pumped her fist enthusiastically into the air. Alice did not want to hold her daughter back from having fun. They made their way over to the pool area after applying another round of sunscreen and changing into their bathing suits. Alice had originally intended on staying in her clothes, but Isabella insisted quite persistently that her mom put hers on too. Relief flooded Alice’s body after she spotted the last open spot under the shade close to the pool entrance. She had just settled herself down and was fishing for her cozy beach romance novel from their pool bag when her daughter’s words caught her by great surprise. “Come on, Mom! Come swim with me. I want to show you my water flips. Brittany taught me how to do a front flip and is going to show me how to do a backflip today.” Alice froze with her one hand still lingering in the bag. She hated to disappoint her daughter, but after the humiliation she had faced several times over today, Alice was ready for a break from it all. As if right on cue, a few teenage boys walked by and pointed at her. Right after they passed, Alice could hear them say the words “whale” and “huge” as they broke out into loud laughter. She tightened her lips and closed her eyes. When she opened them, her daughter stood there tapping her foot impatiently for an answer. Clearly, her determined daughter had somehow missed what the boys had said. Alice tried to think of a gentle response that would dissuade her insistent daughter. “Honey, I’d love to see your flips sometime, but right now Mommy needs a little rest, okay?” She watched as Isabella nodded her head slowly and turned to walk away. Alice’s heart squeezed after seeing the hurt look in her eyes. That exchange definitely could have gone better, but there was nothing Alice could do about it now. She also knew Isabella would likely forget all about it as soon as she met up with her lifeguard friend, Brittany. Alice had retrieved her romance book and was about to remove the bookmark when a calm, sweet voice spoke up from her left side. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice what just happened with those immature boys. If you want to take a swim with your daughter, you should. Don’t let others steal your joy. You deserve to enjoy today.” Alice sat frozen in place. The lady offered a sweet, kind smile and then got off her lounge chair to go into the pool. Not that it mattered, but Alice noticed the woman was also plus-size, just not quite as big as her. She watched with admiration as the woman threw her head back, letting out a loud, unabated carefree laugh. She must have noticed Alice watching and gave her an encouraging wave for her to come join her. Alice bit her bottom lip in hesitation. On the one hand, the temperature was soaring today and a quick dip in the water would feel rather refreshing. Yet, Alice noticed the group of boys from earlier hanging around the lifeguard stand. They were probably more interested in trying to impress the pretty lifeguard, but still, Alice worried they would cause another scene with her as the target. Alice let out a deep sigh and contemplated the woman’s words again. She clung to the freedom they held in not caring about what others thought about her. Alice desperately wanted that for herself. Suddenly, she found herself standing up and the surprise of her actions caused her veins to course with newfound adrenaline. Without taking another moment to allow doubt or regret to try and creep in, Alice made her way swiftly over to the pool entrance and took a few hesitant steps down the stairs. She kept her gaze on her new friend, who was now dancing with excitement upon seeing that Alice was about to enter the pool. On the count of three, she forced herself to dive into the cool, refreshing water. Alice flipped onto her back and floated over next to the woman. Her new friend leaned down closer and whispered a question that Alice felt like she had been waiting to finally answer in this way for her whole life. “How do you feel?” “Weightless.” “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:13-14 “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10 Kimberly’s Reflection Weight can be a very delicate topic, especially for women. We are bombarded with images constantly depicting how we are supposed to look in society. Yet, the majority of us look nothing like the models. Yes, there has been some progress over the years and we do now see more women of various sizes modeling, but largely the message remains that thin women are what is desirable. Perhaps this topic hits a little closer to home since I have found it harder to maintain the weight I had once held almost easily for the first few decades of my life. It gets a lot harder to keep the weight off as we age. I believe midlife is the most difficult time. Our bodies are changing, and life tends to throw more stressful curveballs than we can anticipate. That’s why I think it’s important to give ourselves grace and love who we are. I may never get back to my pre-baby weight, and that’s okay. God created us all fearfully and wonderfully made. He loves us no matter how much we weigh and is faithful to help us through all the rollercoaster seasons of life. Amen. As always, I am incredibly thankful for you taking the time to read my words! I’d love to hear your thoughts on my story in the comments. If you enjoyed my story, please also consider subscribing or sharing to support me in my writing endeavors. Thank you! Kimberly Grace’s Stories is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.” Hebrews 10:24 Substack Recommendations 💖 Thank you so much to my incredibly amazing, supportive paid sponsors: Tom, Hank, Theresa, Haven (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search), Mandy (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search), and Jillian (https://substack.com/@jilliankondamudi)! 💖 You can check out Haven’s magical and adventurous Substack, Just Because, here: 🌟Just Because (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Mandy’s inspiring, insightful, and soul-changing Substack, A Holy Ache, here: 🌟A Holy Ache (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Jillian’s insightful and thoughtful scripture reading Substack, Thorns to a Myrtle Tree, here: 🌟Thorns to a Myrtle Tree (https://substack.com/profile/299407672-jillian-kondamudi?utm_source=global-search)🌟 This is a public episode. 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2. 

   26 May 2026

   The Trapped News Cycle.

   Hi, and welcome back to Kimberly Grace’s Stories Podcast. I’m Kimberly and I want to thank all my readers/listeners for tuning in to hear my stories. Today, you’re in for a special treat as we hear my latest short fiction story, The Trapped News Cycle… Bella pressed her palms firmly against the cold, hard floor. She felt sweat start to drip down the front of her face and fall from her nose. Keeping her eyes firmly shut, she tried to even her breathing, but it kept coming out in small, hitched gasps instead. The words continued to pour out uninterrupted from the television. Bella regretted her haste to hide without turning it off first, but there was no way she could move now. Pressing her wrists as tight as she could against her earlobes, she tried to muffle the sound. It was happening again. Another victim had been found near the river. That was two this week. When Bella saw the image of the beautiful young woman who had been murdered, she froze. The woman looked so happy and full of life. It also didn’t help that she was Bella’s age, too. The hot tears tumbled out so fast that Bella barely had time to ground herself. Nestled under the weight of her bed was the only place she usually could regain composure. This story, however, even with all its macabre twists and revelations, had become too heartwrenching. Yet, Bella still found herself unable to stop reading every article about it or listening to every news segment covering it. The growing panic had started bubbling up inside her again, squeezing all the air from her already tight, aching lungs. She had been too distracted by her growing anxiety symptoms to notice that someone had entered her room. Bella nearly cracked her head open when she heard the TV suddenly turn off. Rubbing the tender, already swollen area with her dominant hand, she peeked her one eye open to see the two very familiar fluffy pink slippers standing in front of her. She held her breath and waited for those two deep pools of bright blue to appear in front of her. Bella felt guilty that her younger sister, Ava, somehow always had the burden of caring for her when she got in this state. However, she was grateful it was her this time and not their mom or dad. Their father had no patience or understanding when it came to Bella’s condition, while their mother always tried to pretend Bella’s episodes weren’t happening. Bella could only rely on her sweet, patient sister to help coax her out of her hiding place. Suddenly, those comforting eyes appeared in front of Bella. She saw her sister offer a genuine smile that made Bella’s insides twist more. She didn’t deserve her sister, or her insanely patient reaction to her never-ending anxious antics. Still, she was forever grateful. “Bella, you can come out now. I turned it off. Why do you torture yourself by listening to news like that?” Bella made no movement or indication that she was ready to come out. Even though she knew her sister was right, her mind had not settled yet on that conclusion. “I…I don’t know. I just…I just want to be prepared, I guess.” Her sister plastered an empathetic look on her face, but also one filled with concern. Bella knew she was worried about her, and that twisted the knife of guilt even more in her stomach. “Bella, you do not need to worry about that happening to you. It’s not even anywhere close to here. That town is located over three states away.” She shook her head. The truth was, Bella knew that, but the facts didn’t matter. The fear that rose up inside her had hindered all rational thought processing. The danger felt real and imminent. She needed to stay hidden under the bed in order to stay safe. Bella shut her eyes as another round of tears welled in the corners of her eyes, waiting to be unleashed like the roar of a dam breaking loose after a very heavy rain. She felt something being shoved against her hand. It was boxy with pointed angles. When Bella opened her eyes, Ava had already taken the object back slightly to flip a page. Bella recognized it instantly. Her sister had gone and retrieved her Bible from her nightstand. “Here. Read this scripture in Philippians. My sweet, compassionate sister, I pray you will be able to trade your anxiety for God’s peace in your heart.” Bella watched as her sister gathered herself from her knees and popped back up into a standing position. She heard her sister’s footsteps retreat away, but not out of the room. Bella knew she would wait for as long as it would take for her to come out from underneath the bed. After releasing a deep sigh, Bella started reading the verses in front of her. She flipped to a few other sections she had previously marked and continued reading. Soon she felt herself settling, and her breathing returned to a calmer state. Slowly, Bella pulled herself out from under the bed. She plopped down on top of her bedspread, feeling exhausted but better. Ava joined her and wrapped her arms tenderly around her sister. They sat like that for what felt like hours. Neither spoke a word, but they didn’t have to, because all Bella needed in that moment was for someone to stay with her, see her, and love her more than she could for herself in that moment. After a long while, Bella looked into her selfless sister’s sweet eyes. “Thank you, Ava. I needed that reminder.” Ava leaned her head against her sister’s and pulled her in closer. “Everyone needs that reminder now and then. We are never alone in the troubles we face. God hears and sees us—even under our beds. But Bella, He doesn’t want you to live in fear. He wants you to live fully. You can trust Him. Not every battle will we be able to be prepared for, but we can trust Him to guide us through everything we face. We can rest in that truth. He will always be there for us.” Bella felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn’t voice her emotion and gratitude, so she just nodded her head. Then she surrendered into her sister’s loving embrace. Her mind had finally accepted God’s peace and could rest. “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.” Psalm 56:3 Kimberly’s Reflection This story means a lot to me. I wrote it in honor of Mental Health Awareness Month. It’s a tale of where I used to end up in my mind during my anxiety attacks, and the me I’m growing into day by day. No, I never climbed underneath my bed, but sometimes I wanted to do just that. Bella represents the old me—the one who remained trapped in all the bad things happening in the world around her. Ava is the new me. The one who knows when to turn off the news. The one who knows how to turn to God for help instead. It’s true, I used to obsess over tragedies. I would read every awful detail I could as if learning about other people’s harrowing pain and absorbing it could somehow prevent my own. I truly believed that if I could feel how I would react to such terrible news, it would somehow prepare me. Only, it did the opposite. It made me more fearful. It robbed me of living in the now and enjoying the good I have in the moment. Learning to trust God with my life, including my loved ones, is the journey. I may not always get it right, but I do know that God is holding me. He cares about me so much, and He certainly doesn’t want me to live my life afraid of what might happen. May we live each day resting in His care and peace, trusting that He holds our every moment. Amen. As always, I am incredibly thankful for you taking the time to read my words! I’d love to hear your thoughts on my story in the comments. If you enjoyed my story, please also consider subscribing or sharing to support me in my writing endeavors. Thank you! Kimberly Grace’s Stories is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.” Hebrews 10:24 Substack Recommendations 💖 Thank you so much to my incredibly amazing, supportive paid sponsors: Tom, Hank, Theresa, Haven (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search), Mandy (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search), and Jillian (https://substack.com/@jilliankondamudi)! 💖 You can check out Haven’s magical and adventurous Substack, Just Because, here: 🌟Just Because (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Mandy’s inspiring, insightful, and soul-changing Substack, A Holy Ache, here: 🌟A Holy Ache (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Jillian’s insightful and thoughtful scripture reading Substack, Thorns to a Myrtle Tree, here: 🌟Thorns to a Myrtle Tree (https://substack.com/profile/299407672-jillian-kondamudi?utm_source=global-search)🌟 This is a public episode. 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3. 

   28 Apr 2026

   Grandma's Prayer Porch.

   Hi, and welcome back to Kimberly Grace’s Stories Podcast. I’m Kimberly and I want to thank all my readers/listeners for tuning in to hear my stories. Today, you’re in for a special treat as we hear my latest short fiction story, Grandma’s Prayer Porch… Counting to three in her head, Caroline pursed her lips in an attempt to remain patient. Her six-year-old daughter, Olivia, lay at her feet, kicking and screaming in protest. Caroline had tried several times to quiet her child as her mother sat just outside the open door on the front porch, rocking back and forth quietly. She knew her mom loved it when Olivia came to visit, but her daughter was unfortunately not in a very receptive, happy mood today. “I don’t want to be here! I want to go home now! It’s so boring here.” Olivia pounded her tiny, balled-up fists against the hardwood floor. Caroline crouched down to get more on her level. Her daughter turned her head the other way and sobbed. “Honey, Grandma loves it when we come to visit. She lives here all alone, so it’s nice for her to have some company, right?” “But it’s boring here! All she does is sit on that porch and rock. I wanted to play with Jenny today. She has a pool!” Caroline tried to rub her back, but Olivia pushed her hand away. Reaching for one of the dolls they brought, she tried to pretend the dolly was asking her to play. Olivia took the doll and threw it across the room. It landed hard against the wall with a loud thud that even the hard of hearing would find difficult to ignore. Caroline heard her mother call for her instantly. She got up from her knees and sighed in resignation as she crossed the small front threshold to the open door. Poking her head out, Caroline was greeted with a gentle breeze that only temporarily relieved the heat of the day. Despite it being a humid 82 degrees out, Caroline smiled at her mother, who was nestled happily in her polka dot afghan. “Sorry, Mom. I don’t think Olivia is in the mood for a visit today. Perhaps we should try another day later this week?” Caroline watched as her mother folded and unfolded the end of the blanket with her trembling hands. Those hands that once were the strong, capable providers of carrying so much now looked so fragile and unpredictable. Her heart hurt seeing how much her mom had changed since the last visit. The new medication appeared to be working, but of course, there were always unwanted side effects involved. “Plea-please have her come out-outside, d-dear?” A lump formed in Caroline’s throat as her mother coughed for a long moment. It was hard watching the woman who did so much in her life be reduced to only being able to do so little. She nodded and turned around to go find Olivia. On the way, she prayed her stubborn child would grant her grandmother’s request. She had no idea how many more chances they would get to meet like this, and Caroline wished her daughter would realize just how special her grandma was to all of them. “Olivia?” Olivia raised her head from the spot where she lay on the floor and revealed one of her eyes with a quizzical, raised eyebrow in response. “Grandma wants to see you. Please go to her. I promise, we can leave after that.” To Caroline’s great shock, Olivia jumped up quickly and hurried to the front. Hopefully, she would at least give her grandma a hug goodbye. It was clear to Caroline that her daughter’s sudden burst of energy was due more to the fact that Olivia had latched onto the “leaving soon” part of the deal. Caroline walked over to the door but hung back just a bit to not intrude on their time together. However, a frown creased her face when she heard Olivia telling her grandmother she thought her rocking on the porch was boring. “B-boring? Oh, my sweet child. Did no one ever tell you what I do out here? No, no. This is very important work I’m doing out here, Olivia.” Olivia cocked her head to the side, and Caroline had to stiffle a laugh. Her mom didn’t hold hers in, though. She laughed and gave her signature smile that had always made Caroline feel safe and at ease growing up. “Are you sure you want to know? Because if I tell you, you have to promise to help me with my mission. It’s very important work.” Even though Caroline couldn’t see Olivia’s eyes, she knew that they had to be as wide as saucers now. She saw her child’s head nod up and down in a rapid, serious manner. Caroline’s mom clapped her hands. “Good. Now that’s the spirit. Come here and look over there. Do you see that woman? That’s Ms. Jacobs. She lives across the street with her three boys. She’s a single mother. Do you know what we have to do for her?” Olivia shook her head no and waited with great anticipation to find out. Caroline’s mother adjusted the afghan once more, but let it fall once Olivia decided to climb into her lap. “We need to pray for her. And do you see that man, by the mailboxes? He’s on crutches. That’s Mr. Nelson. I haven’t found out how he hurt himself, but we must pray for him, too. Now your turn. Do you see anyone we can pray for?” Olivia turned her head back and forth to look around the entire neighborhood. Caroline looked too. She saw a lady walking a dog and a man riding a bicycle. “The man riding the bike. We should pray he doesn’t get hurt. I fell off my bike once, and it hurt really bad.” “Absolutely. Good job, Olivia. I often pray for the safety of those I see out here. So what do you think of Grandma’s mission? I call this my prayer porch, and I pray for everybody I see.” Later that night, when Caroline and Olivia had long gone home, they had just finished supper, and it was almost time for bed. Caroline walked around to the familiar places she usually found her daughter before bedtime. She wasn’t sitting in front of the TV or playing in the finished basement with all of her toys. Caroline couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. She finally had a thought and decided to check the front porch. After stepping out onto their large wraparound porch, she grinned upon finding Olivia wrapped up in one of her blankets, sitting on one of their rocking chairs. Caroline came over and sat down in the chair next to hers. She didn’t even need to ask her what she was doing. “I’m praying for our neighbors, Mommy—just like Grandma! I already prayed for Mrs. Stevens, Mr. Baker, and Jimmy. Jimmy was riding his bike without a helmet. I gave him some extra prayers for safety and wisdom.” Caroline felt the tears welling in the corner of her eyes. How quickly one’s mood could change with a new perspective. She prayed a prayer of thanksgiving and gratitude for her sweet Momma. “Can we visit Grandma tomorrow?” “I thought you had a playdate with Jenny tomorrow. You were excited to go swimming.” “Can we move it to another day, Mom? I really want to tell Grandma about all the people I prayed for tonight!” Caroline got up and kissed the top of her sweet child’s head. Then she lifted her yawning, very sleepy girl up into her arms. “Of course, honey. We can visit Grandma tomorrow. She will be so proud of you.” Caroline’s heart felt full of such gratitude. That night, she held tightly to the great love and care her daughter compassionately exemplified for her mother, a woman who did not waste her time wallowing in all she had lost, but still offered up her time and heart for others. “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18 “I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people.” 1 Timothy 2:1 “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2 Kimberly’s Reflection There are many times throughout our lives when we have to do things we don’t want to do. One thing I try to do, and I’m not perfect in this, is that when I have to run a particular errand or go to an unpleasant appointment, I try to take the opportunity to people-watch in the waiting rooms. It’s interesting to me to see all the different people gathered there together. Most people who are waiting go on their phones, but some chat or read. I try to think about what may be going on in their lives and use what they're wearing or have with them as clues. Then I pray for them, striving to ask for provision according to each of their unique needs. It gives the waiting time a purpose. It also helps me keep my mind off the wait. I chose to illustrate my story with a grandma and a porch because I believe a lot of older people get categorized as not very useful in their old age. It’s almost as if once someone reaches a certain age, they just fade into the background and can be forgotten. I heard a pastor say, “If you have a pulse, you have a purpose,” and I could not agree more. Everyone can notice those around them, no matter where you are, and offer up prayers for others—yes, even for strangers. May we remember that no matter our age, we offer a valuable service to others when we lift them up in prayer. They may never know what we’re doing, but our Heavenly Father certainly does. Amen. As always, I am incredibly thankful for you taking the time to read my words! I’d love to hear your thoughts on my story in the comments. If you enjoyed my story, please also consider subscribing or sharing to support me in my writing endeavors. Thank you! Kimberly Grace’s Stories is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.” Hebrews 10:24 Substack Recommendations 💖 Thank you so much to my incredibly amazing, supportive paid sponsors: Tom, Hank, Theresa, Haven (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search), Mandy (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search), and Jillian (https://substack.com/@jilliankondamudi)! 💖 You can check out Haven’s magical and adventurous Substack, Just Because, here: 🌟Just Because (https://substack.com/profile/324159388-haven-nicole?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Mandy’s inspiring, insightful, and soul-changing Substack, A Holy Ache, here: 🌟A Holy Ache (https://substack.com/@aheavenlything?utm_source=global-search)🌟 You can check out Jillian’s insightful and thoughtful scripture reading Substack, Thorns to a Myrtle Tree, here: 🌟Thorns to a Myrtle Tree (https://substack.com/profile/299407672-jillian-kondamudi?utm_source=global-search)🌟 This is a public episode. 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