“It’s so hard to believe that the child who used to disobey me at every opportunity is the same beautiful young woman standing before me now on her special day,” Mrs. Clark said to her daughter, Karen who looked radiant in her wedding dress. Tears pricked the older woman’s eyes and she quickly blinked them back.
Karen hugged her tightly. “Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry for all the trouble I gave you when I was growing up. I know it wasn’t easy for you to be a single parent. You struggled to make ends meet and to give me the best. There were some nights when I heard you crying in your room. I knew you were missing Dad and wishing he were there to help you to raise a wayward daughter. I thought of running away so that you didn’t have to deal with me any longer but I knew that would only make things worse. On the night of my fifteenth birthday, I got down on my knees and asked God to change me. I didn’t want to be a burden to you anymore. You were such a good mother to me, so patient and forgiving. You deserved a better daughter. So, with God’s help, I changed. And this is what you see before you now. I’m only sorry that it took so long and so much heartache before I came to my senses.”
Mrs. Clark hugged her and looking heavenward, she mouthed a silent prayer of thanks to God for answering the unceasing prayers she had offered up every day for her daughter. She had been encouraged by various scriptures and had clung to them when the temptation to give up was particularly strong. Prayer was the strongest crutch a parent had when it came to protecting a child. For as long as she was alive, she would continue to pray for Karen.
They drew apart and Karen smiled. “I am trying hard not to cry,” she said. “Mom, I’m so happy, so blessed. I am about to marry a terrific man and start a new life with him. I wish Dad were here.”
“He is,” Mrs. Clark said. “He’s here.” She pressed her hand against Karen’s heart.
“Yes, he is,” Karen agreed, blinking.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I will send your Uncle Jack in.” Her father’s younger brother had the honor of walking her down the aisle.
“Mom, before you go, will you say a prayer?”
Mrs. Clark smiled. “Of course, Honey.” She took Karen’s hands and bowing her head, she prayed. And the same peace she felt the night before Karen’s transformation filled her and she knew then that all was going to be well.