Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Camping (07/11/05)

TITLE: Champ in Progress
By Debbie OConnor


Madison stalked into the kitchen and dropped her bag by the door.

“Good morning, Maddie. You must be excited about camp.”

Madison ignored her mother. Stop pretending things are okay! she screamed inwardly. Cinnamon toast was her favorite, but it had no flavor for her today.

“Your father will meet us at the bus station. He wants to say goodbye.”

Madison shrugged.

An hour later, Madison stood before the bus with her parents – together for the first time in weeks. The knot in her stomach tightened. Her mother hugged her; Madison saw tears spill down her cheeks as she walked away. She almost felt sorry for her.

Her father looked into her eyes and smiled his crinkly smile. “Be good, Champ,” he said, embracing her. She heard his voice catch on “Champ,” his nickname for her since she won the 100 Freestyle two years prior.

Madison received the hug and walked away without a word. She found a seat alone and rested her head against the window.

Josie Bickle joined her. “What’s wrong, Maddie?”

“Just leave me alone!” she snapped.

“Um, okay,” Josie stammered. She took out a book and pretended to read.

Maddie was sorry, but she hurt too much to apologize. She wanted to disappear. Surely, the pain would disappear with her.

Before long, the bus arrived at Camp Wenatchee. Josie was too excited to remember Madison’s earlier snub. “Look Maddie -- there’s the lake! I can’t wait to go swimming. Maybe we’ll be in the same cabin…” Madison only half-listened.

They disembarked with their belongings. The director greeted them and assigned cabins. Josie squealed with joy when she learned they would be together. “Let’s be bunkmates!”

“Sure,” she replied. Josie was a good friend.

Madison functioned like a machine for days. The campers swam, ate, competed, worked, and slept; she did it all with no emotion or connection.

No one understood. Madison had been fun in the past. The others gossiped about her a little, but she was immune to their ridicule. They left her alone -- even Josie found other friends.

One evening, Brianna approached Madison where she sat alone by the bonfire. Brianna was a counselor – eighteen, blond and beautiful. You look so happy! I hate you! Madison thought.

“I’ve noticed that you’re spending a lot of time alone,” Brianna said.

She shrugged.

“I’d like to help. I’ve been praying for you.”

“Praying?” she said with a sneer.

“Yes. Do you pray Madison?”

“Not lately.”

“Would you like to?”

Madison felt something catch in her throat. She couldn’t respond.

“Madison, God loves you very much. He’s always with you and He’s ready to help. There is nothing too hard for Him to do.”

“Can he get my parents back together?” Her face flashed crimson.

“He can help them, but they have to want to get back together.”

“Well, they don’t.”

“I’m sorry. That must be hard.”

“Yes,” Madison said, coughing to suppress tears.

“God can help you, though.”

“How?” She kicked at the ash at her feet.

“He can help you enjoy life again. Are you angry with your parents?”

“Yes!” she nearly shouted.

“You need to forgive them.”


“Because forgiving them will help you heal. When you hold on to anger it grows and can take over your life.”

Madison knew it was true. I’m angry all the time. It’s all I am.

“How do I forgive them?” she asked.

“Tell God you want to forgive them. You may have to do it many times before all the anger is gone. Would you like to pray with me now?”

Madison hesitated. “Uh…okay.” She felt foolish, but grateful. She bowed her head and whispered, “God, I’m sorry for being angry. Please help me forgive my parents. I just want my family back…” Madison started sobbing. A flood of pain gushed from her being.

Brianna put her arm around Madison and prayed while she cried. “I praise You for the good plans you have for Madison and her family – plans to prosper them, to give them a future and a hope.” Brianna paused, and then continued, “Madison, I keep hearing the word ‘champ.’ Does champ mean anything to you?”

Madison snapped to attention. She looked at Brianna in disbelief. “Champ is my Dad’s nickname for me.”

The peace and security that had left with her father returned. “A future and a hope…” the words echoed in her mind. There is hope…we have a future. The unseen Father smiled at His Champ in progress.

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 1215 times
Member Comments
Member Date
darlene hight07/19/05
Loved this! [snif] excellent! Especially love the knickname, it makes the story very real.
Marjorie Arrowood07/19/05
I hate being such a sap! I'm crying -- this is really well done!
Crista Darr07/20/05
I love it! This message of hope and healing through forgiveness is one that touches all of us. Great work Champ!
Nina Phillips07/20/05
Great story! Loved how God spoke to Madison and confirmed what God was doing in her life.
God bless ya, littlelight
Kyle Chezum07/22/05
Good job! This was the first time I read a Challenge entry that actually... ahem... kind of touched me emotionally. That's a big deal for me! You've done well with this story. It's powerful!
Val Clark07/22/05
A sad, but common, situation for lots of young people. You bought two lots of hope into her life in this well crafted and believable story.
Suzanne R07/23/05
Beautiful. My life has been significantly impracted through Christian camps too, plus I've done my share of working at them too.

Love the way Madison 'stalks' into the kitchen - says it all at the beginning, and contrasts so beautifully with the end.

Well done!
Lynda Lee Schab 07/23/05
I know the feelings of despair & hopelessness Maddie felt. Your story was beautifully written and believable. Very well done!
Blessings, Lynda
dub W07/23/05
Great message, nicely stated. Thanks.
Beth Muehlhausen07/23/05
I really like the way you developed this. A very touching story.
Cheri Hardaway 07/23/05
I was riveted from beginning to end! I could feel the emotions of all the characters and loved the descriptions throughout! Thanks.
Shari Armstrong 07/24/05
A sad story (that happens all too often) but this one ends with hope.