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: Great Expectations (not about the book) (08/25/11)

TITLE: Hope of a Perfect Day
By Glynis Becker


“Mommy, Mommy, can you make one of these to put on my head? Please?” The plea of a chubby-cheeked six-year-old could be heard all over the house. Her excitement was infectious and Mother smiled. Jenny was holding her favorite bride doll in her hands, complete with a long, white veil and a bouquet permanently attached to the doll's hand. “I want to be a wedding girl today. Please?”

“Alright, honey. Let me see what I can do.” One old, white bed sheet, a couple of minutes and a few safety pins later, Jenny stood in front of a full length mirror, smiling so broadly that the gaps from all three missing teeth stood out clearly from her mouth. The makeshift veil covered the grass stain on the back of her cutoff denim shorts and the bouquet of wildflowers from the backyard overshadowed the dirt smudges on her tiny hands.

“I'm beautiful, aren't I, Mommy? Someday I'm going to do this for real. And I'll be beautiful and there will be lots of flowers and I'll live happily ever after, right?”

Another smile. “Yes, sugar, I'm sure you will.”

* * * * * * *

“Mom, you've got to do something,” Jenny pleaded. “The caterer just set out lemonade instead of iced tea and I think the cake is melting from the heat! Can you see how it's toppling like that building in Italy? What am I going to do?” She stamped her foot. “And where is Todd? I mean, why isn't he fixing any of this? I can't believe I wanted to get married outside in the middle of July! What was I thinking?” She threw her brush down on the table in front of the mirror and her eyes welled up. “And I can't cry! I just did my makeup!”

Her mother exchanged looks with the bridesmaids, then gave a little head nod. They both got the hint and went for the door. “We'll go check on that iced tea for you, Jenny,” her best friend said quietly and left.

Jenny's mascara was beginning to run, creating tear tracks down her face. “What a disaster! It wasn't supposed to be like this.” Her head when down on the table across her folded arms.

Mother agreed. “Nope. It wasn't. So let me share with you something that Grandma told me on my wedding day. She said to me in her best no-nonsense voice: 'Sugar, no matter what happens, as long as that preacher's there, you'll still be married at the end of the day. So save up some of that energy and spend it on your marriage, not on the wedding.' And mind you, this was after the minister got in a car accident on the way to the wedding and two of my bridesmaids were sick with the flu. I was in a complete tizzy over the whole thing. My day was nothing like I'd imagined it. But guess what? Here we are, your dad and I, forty years later, still happy as can be.” She smiled. “Most of the time.”

Jenny looked up, teary-eyed, but composed. She said quietly, “I never wanted anything to go wrong on my perfect day. I also never wanted to be like one of those lunatic brides from a crazy reality show.” She gave a small laugh, then sniffed. “But I guess, we don't always get what we want, do we?” Jenny dried her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked in the mirror. “Oh no! I've only got half-hour until pictures and my face is a mess! Get those girls back in here quick—we've got some serious work to do!”

So, at the end of Jenny's not-so-perfect day, she and Todd exchanged rings—once they were retrieved from the car where the best man had left them--then they kissed. The day did, indeed, end with a marriage. It also began the next chapter of their life together, full of hopes, dreams and more wonderful expectations.

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 443 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Leola Ogle 09/01/11
Having four daughters, I've often lamented the absolute stress involved in all the preparations and actual happenings for a wedding ceremony that seems over in the blink of an eye!! And it always seems something goes wrong, even if it's a small something. Your story reminded me of that...as I smile. God bless!
Lollie Hofer09/02/11
Yep, I had one of those weddings myself. And you're right...thirty-five years later, the wedding is just a distant memory but my marriage is a daily blessing. Thanks for the reminder.
Linda Goergen09/02/11
I think a perfect wedding is the dream and great expectation of most brides planning that big day and it often seems such a disaster and becomes so emotional when things go wrong and you have captured that so well, along with the message and wisdom of the real importance of the day! Good read, Good job on this!
C D Swanson 09/03/11
Oh how I can relate to this story, so many things happened when we got married! I enjoyed it...Nice job. God Bless~
marcella franseen09/07/11
A great reminder of letting go of our expectations in the little things to focus on what's really important. Vows were made before God, friends, and family. That's huge! If the cake was a little melted, well, that's ok.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/08/11
My older daughter recently got engaged we are planning the wedding for next year so I could so relate to the MC/ I've already told Emily everything won't be perfect, but as long as you are marrying the perfect man for you that's all that matters. I loved this from the beginning to the end. Time does fly doesn't it?
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/08/11
Congratulations for ranking 7th in level three!
Carol Penhorwood 09/13/11
Yes, I have my own story and that of three daughters! A beautiful way to make a great point!