Kay Arthur

When I was a little girl - just a skinny little bean pole with pigtails
- I used to run to my daddy for comfort.
I was a tomboy who consistently fell out of trees, got into
fights, and crashed my bike. 
It seemed like I was forever bloodying  those poor,
banged up knees of mine. That's when I would run
            - with pigtails flying and dirty tears streaming down my face
- to my daddy.

"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!"

And I was fortunate, because I had a daddy who held me.
Ever since I was a little girl until the day he went to be with the Lord,
I was always his little sweetheart.
And I would fly into his open arms, and he would gather me on his lap -
dirt, blood, and all - and hold me there. And he would wipe
        my tears and push back my pigtails and say,

"Now Honey, tell Daddy all about it."

Many years later I was hurting again, so very deeply.
But I couldn't run to my daddy I was a single mom with two little kids,
trying to work and go to school. And it was one of those
days when everything seemed to catch up to me -
all the hurt and loneliness and regret and pressure
and weariness.
I remember driving into the driveway of the little brick
home where we were living.  I got out of the car and began
walking down the little gravel walkway toward the front door.
For some reason, time seemed to stand still for a moment.
   To this day I can't tell you what triggered the thought, but suddenly
- in my minds eye - I saw something.

I saw a little girl, running.
I saw a little girl with tears streaming down her face and banged-up,
bloody knees on those skinny little legs. I saw her in need of her daddy.
Running for her daddy.
  Then suddenly - strangely - I saw her running down a huge, shiny
corridor.  A vast corridor with gleaming marble walls and
beautiful windows spilling heavenly light.  And at the end of
the marble hallway were massive doors of brilliant gold.
Standing before those doors were bright, powerful
guards with giant spears. And I knew that this little girl was me,
and that I was running toward the very throne room of God,
sovereign ruler of the universe. Yet I was the daughter of
the King of Kings, so when the guards saw me coming,
they swung open those doors and let me run in.
There I was, weeping and running into the very presence of God.
I heard the cherubim and the seraphim crying out ~

"Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
Heaven and earth are full of glory!"

Many bowed before the throne, and court was in session,
but I just ran and ran and didn't stop....
   I could just see myself running up the wide stairs to that glorious
throne - two steps at a time - crying ~

"Abba, Father! Daddy!"

   And I could see Him stopping everything, opening His arms wide
and just gathering me to His chest, saying,

"There, there, My precious child,
Let Me wipe away those tears. 
Tell your Father all about it."

This story was taken from the book
"More stories for the Heart"
compiled by Alice Gray

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