Home | Contest | Write A Book | Write Ebooks For Cash | Be A Travel Writer | Write Children's Books Write For Newspapers | Write An Ezine | Write A Blog | Writing Skills & Tips | Novel Writing Software Please take a moment to bookmark this site and join our free hot tips list. Read & Rate Our Writing Contest Entries! See what other people have written, and rate them on a scale of 1 to 5. This is an opportunity to view a wide variety of short stories and see what kind of original material is being submitted to us on a daily basis. After you rate an entry, you will be randomly redirected to another entry to rate. You may read and rate as many entries as you wish! The user-rating system is simply a fun way for writers to receive a public opinion of their work, and does not affect the judging for the cash prizes. If you wish to enter the contest, you may enter for free here. Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Kandi Bahr I recently had a vision. It seemed so real. I went up an elevator; up, up, up through the clouds. I was feeling God’s glory very heavy. When I got off the elevator an angel greeted me and said. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Then I looked around and I knew people in the crowd. They were waving to me and I was waving to them. It was like being at an outing and recognizing friends and loved ones and waving to them and them waving back. As I followed the angel, he took me to another angel and this one was humungous. I felt fear as I saw him. Then I felt unworthy like all I wanted to do was weep. He was leading me to the throne room. It was like the hottest part of the day when the sun beats down on you and it feels good, but if you stare at it too long it will damage your eyes and you have to look away. Yet, I was drawn to it. I knew it was God’s glory. I saw the throne and his feet and hands. They were huge. I couldn’t get very close and I kept shouting ‘daddy, daddy. Daddy, I want you daddy. But it was almost like someone had the back of my shirt and I could try to go, but I was being held back. Then I snapped out of the vision. I came out of the experience very heavy and weighted. I couldn’t quit meditating on Him. Since that vision I’ve been asking the Lord, “What is holding me back from you? I don’t understand what has been holding me back from you, daddy?” This morning I was reading in Matthew 6:19-34. As I was reading, I felt the Holy Spirit nudging me into the whole ‘trust’ issue. I know I trust my Heavenly Father. However, I find myself fussing about what’s on the table at mealtimes. I find myself getting worked up in my spirit over what may or may not happen tomorrow. I have faith to believe what His word says but do I trust him as my Heavenly Father? He reminded me of the deaf and dumb spirit in Mark 9:17-27. I didn’t trust him with all of my heart. I was saying, “If,” in my heart although my words were confessing, ‘yes, I believe.” He revealed to me that ‘mistrust’ was holding me back from being daddy’s little girl. I couldn’t run into His wide opened arms and sit upon His lap with His huge loving arms around me because deep roots of unbelief and mistrust were still in the depths of my heart. He directed my prayer to say, “Lord, I believe…help me with my unbelief.” My mom and father were divorced when I was a toddler. My mother was still in love with my father and would tell me stories of my daddy whom I barely remembered. She made me seem real and he appeared as a ‘hero.’ He could do no wrong in my delusioned eyes. He was my ‘superman’ who would come and take me away from the nightmare I was living in. I never understood why this superman would not come to visit me, or remember my birthday, or call me on the phone. All I remembered or knew of him was through the stories my mother would tell me. One day when I was five, my dream came true and I was allowed a visit with him. He worked in a department store and the moment I saw him, this little five year old girl went running shouting as loudly as possible, “daddy, daddy, daddy, I want you daddy” My daddy knelt down at my level and scooped me up in his arms and embraced me with such love and acceptance. For the first time since I could remember, I didn’t feel rejected or abandoned by him. As God replayed those worn memories in my mind, he spoke to my heart. “When you ran into your daddy’s arms, did you completely trust him? I said, “Yes, Lord!” Abba then reminded me of all the empty promises that my earthly father continually repeated. All I every wanted was my earthly father to accept me and love me as his little girl. I wanted him to comfort me when I got hurt. I wanted him to be proud of me and nurture me. I wanted him to come rescue me when I was alone and frightened. I wanted him to save the day when I was being abused. I wanted him to send me a birthday card to remind me that I was born out of love and not easily forgotten. I wanted him to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. Why were these things so difficult for him to give? I wasn't asking for money. I wasn't asking for anything but his affections. My earthly father may have failed me. But, my heavenly father revealed to me that every time I was hurt, betrayed, and frightened, Abba Pappa was the one who picked me up and held me in his arms and comforted me. He was always there loving me and nurturing me back to redemption. As this mystery became clearly more defined, I realized that the only thing holding me back from being free to run into God's huge arms of love was me totally surrendering and trusting him with every aspect of my life. The vision that I was given was a gift to help me walk in full possession of what is my rightful portion. I was not a mistake! I was NOT an accident! I may have never been an earthy father's little girl, but I have an even greater inheritance. To be the daughter of The King of Kings is the greatest reward one could ever receive. I am a princess. I am loved. I am valued. I am indeed Daddy's little girl! 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