Mrs. Monroe nudged her daughter into the corridor of the meeting hall. “Shh. Come, Sweetheart.”
Her daughter glanced back one last time before allowing herself to be pulled away from the burgeoning crowd. It was the night before her wedding and she wondered what was so important that it couldn’t wait.
“Mom? Where are we going?”
Mrs. Monroe tightened her grip on Amanda’s arm and sped up.
The bride -to -be panicked. “Everyone is expecting me.”
“I know. So let’s hurry.”
They quickly rounded a corner.
“Sit over there, Amanda.” Her mom said, pointing to a seat by the window.
Frowning, Amanda sat on a bench in the abandoned lobby. Her mother sat beside her and pulled a bag from under the seat. It had been tucked, discreetly, underneath.
“It’s for you.”
“Mom, I…” Amanda’s eyes swelled as her words trailed off in emotion.
“Hurry, open it.”
“Now? Are you sure?”
Her mother nodded.
She tore into the paper as carefully as she could. The package was too pretty to completely destroy. But when she opened the box and pulled out a vase of many colors, the wrapping fell to the floor.
“Wow! Where did you get this?” she asked.
“Yes. Remember the year you broke up with…Oh, what’s his name… Greg? And remember that was the same year you failed anatomy. You also broke out in a terrible rash right before being a bridesmaid in your best friend’s wedding. It was a tough year. You slammed a plate on the floor out of frustration. And then, inadvertently knocked over another plate and a cup.” Her mom chuckled. “Our kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off.”
“I remember. How could I forget.” Amanda’s eyes looked sad as she replayed one of the worst years of her life. Finally, she sighed. “What’s your point, mom?”
“My point is that these are the dishes you broke.” Mrs. Monroe took the vase out of her hands and held it up. Proud. “I made a mosaic from them.”
She stooped down and placed her hand in her daughter’s.
I wanted you to always remember that no matter how broken your life feels at the moment, God can turn the shards into something beautiful. It may not look like it did before but it will be beautiful nonetheless.”
The light of understanding filled Amanda’s eyes. “Oh, mom. I don’t know what to say.”
“Sweetheart, you are going to be married by this time tomorrow. Some things will be better than you imagined. Some things worse. When you want to give up, remember that God can make something new out of your brokenness. Use this to remind yourself of his grace and mercy.” Her mom giggled. “You will especially need this when you become a mother. Trust me.”
Amanda stood up. Her large brown eyes heavy with unshed tears. “Oh, mom, I love you.”
Catching her daughter in a tender embrace she whispered in Amanda’s ear. “Let’s get you back to the dinner. A very special young man is waiting for you. I love you too, sweetheart.”
Shoulder to shoulder, they returned to the banquet hall at a pace much slower than before. This time, they wore smiles born of tender secrets as they proudly carried the mosaic of Amanda’s trials and triumphs between them.
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