A Mother’s Cry
Angie looked angrily at her daughter, Emma; she was tired of having this episode every day. It’s always been one fight or the other and it all about the same thing, her way of life; drinking, addiction, late night clubbing and so on.
“Alright, I am tired of arguing with you Emma; you are not living this house at this time of the night.” Angie reaffirmed her decision.
“Why?” Emma shouted back in fury.
“Because a girl of your age shouldn’t be going out by this time of the night.” She shouted back in anger.
“You can’t control my life mum and you cannot keep telling me what to do every seconds of my life.” Emma raged out.
“This is not a role playing or whatever you may think. I am your mother and right now I am in the position of telling you what’s not and what to do.”
“Being my mother is not a licence to control me; I am grown up now, and I can make my own decisions.” she yelled back at her.
“You are fifteen for crying out loud; your mates are sleeping by this time not planning to go out. Girls your age go to school and come right back home, not stays out for days. You call the police or social worker at every slightest scolding but now, listen and listen carefully; as long as I , your mother lives, I will fight so hard to have you come back home, to where you belong. You can fight me as much as you want but I will fight on my knees in prayer.” She looked straight into her eyes.
“Honestly mum, you talk too much; every day, every minute, you just go on blabbing and chatting.” Emma said and walked out of the house.
Angie felt a sharp pain in her head, tired and exhausted; tried all she knows she could to help her wayward child but nothing seems to help. Her shouting, anger and talks have not yielded any result. She had blamed herself several times at the way her daughter had turned.
Once upon a time, she lived a reckless life years ago, and her bad influence had rubbed on her daughter. Angie had her baby in her teens and continued a promiscuous life; parties at odd time of the night. She was into all sorts of drugs, smoking and drinking. She had no regards to life and allowed her daughter watch every step of her life until three years ago when she met with Christ and that changed everything. She changed from her old ways and embraced the new life in Christ. Since then, she’s been trying to bring her daughter into the new life of God.
Her fifteen years old girl is out of control; smoking, drinking and living a wasteful life; different piercing all over her body.
There was a time they were both involved in a heated argument that resulted in her slapping her daughter; half an hour later, Emma came back with a social worker and the police accusing her of abuse. Angie didn’t see her daughter for almost a month and then, one day; she was back at her front door and apologized to her and promised to listen and behave herself. Her promise didn’t last a week, and was back where she started from.
Angie sat there, staring at the door; she wanted her daughter to have the same kind of peace and joy she did found in Christ and every day since the past three years, she’s been praying and crying out to the Lord to restore and bring her daughter home.
A few hours later, Emma was with her gang of friends partying when a fight broke out between two rival gangs; there was chaos everywhere as everyone was fighting, using every weapon available on one another. Before long, they heard the police siren when everyone who could still walk began to run. She fled away from there with others, but they could hear the police behind them. Just then, some of her friends whom they were running together began to shoot at the police, and the police had no choice than to defend themselves. Exchanges of shot of fire were everywhere; confusion and fear gripped her.
She had no idea where she was but began to run until she found a small spot where she could hide. She was trembling all over and flooded in tears. She was scared the police were probably after her and was more afraid of being shot at. Just then, like a twinkling of an eye, she found herself in an unfamiliar place; the surrounding wasn’t like any she did see before, it was a long stretch road.
She couldn’t see the end of it and not even the beginning, she was standing in the middle of the road alone and frightened. Suddenly, she heard a voicebehind her but there was no one there.
“There’s a way that seems right to a man but the end is destruction.” The voice said.
“What!” she jolts. “Who said that?”
“Why have you been obstinate and so wish to destroy your own life?” the voice asked.
“Who are you? Where am I?” she asked, trembling and confused.
“I am the angel your mother assigned to you” the angel said, appearing to her.
She gasped as she saw the cloud-like man standing before her.
“You know my mother…, where is she?” she whimpers.
“She is where she’s always been, praying for you.”
“Please, where am I? Show me the way back home.” she said in tears.
“The decision to go back home depends on you; you have to make that choice.” The
“I want to go back home.” she said but suddenly the angel was gone.
She looked all around her, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Where are you? Please come back.” she cried out, shivering all over. She began to move forward but noticed her feet were heavy on the ground. On her ankle was long steel chain pulling her back. She dragged her foot with difficulty to take each step. Several minutes later, she was in pain, exhausted and tired and going nowhere. She knelt down in tears.
“Please help me…, please…” she cried out. “I can’t go on all by myself; I need you.” She said in tears. Seconds later, the angel returned standing right in front of her.
“Oh thank you, you came back. Please help me, I want to go home.” She pleaded.
“As I said to you before, the decision lies in your hands; you have to decide.” He said strongly to her.
“How?” she asked, confused. She didn’t know where she was or what direction to turn.
“You have to go back to your source, your maker; He only can guide your step back home.”
“I don’t understand” she said, confused.
“God is your maker; he is your Source and only He can guide you back.” He looked into her eyes.
“Yes, God!” he smileD.
“I don’t think he can help me. I am not someone he can help.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s only good people that he can help, and I’m not it. I live a terrible life. In my short life, I have done so many horrible things. At one time I have aborted a baby, battered my body with so many things, stolen, I have hit my mother and so many bad things, how can God help me?”
“It is not the good the Lord came for; its people like you who think they can’t get redemption from their sins. It’s people like you he refines and redeemed, giving you a new life.”
Emma straightened to listen more to him. Every word struck her.
“But how can He?”
“You have to confess your sins before Him. You are his most wonderful creature. He will wash you, cleanse you and make you whole; your sins he will remember no more, your shame He will take away.”
Tears flowed from her eyes as he spoke those words to her. Knowing that there is someone willing to look past every imperfection, weakness and sins and still wants to take you in.
“He can hear you Emma, talk to him.” the angel said and went away.
Emma sat there in tears; the angel was gone but she felt another presence, a kind of feeling she couldn’t explain.
“Oh God! Help me please…” she cried out. “I have gone my own way, but I am coming
back to you…, please forgive my sins, forgive me of every wrong and things I have done
in my life….” She broke down into more tears. She felt alone and scared.
Just then, a bright shining light filled the spot she was kneeling; it filled the space and brought her to her feet; her ground was firm; the chains were broken away from her ankle. The light was radiant, magnificent. She stood in awe of his presence; she saw something like a face but was clothed in light, a pure light. Instantly, she fell on her knees; she couldn’t behold his face. It was filled with holiness, righteousness, awesomeness. The splendour and beauty were beyond comprehension. She whimpers in His presence until she heard his voice.
“I have heard your cry, I heard your voice my child, everything you have said is right here before him” He said in a powerful and yet soothing voice.
“I will have mercy on you and will wipe your tears. I will forgive you and remember your sins no more. I will yet clothe you in love and wash you in mercy. I have always loved you, and I will still love you. My Son, Jesus Christ has cried before me on your behalf and has used his blood in exchange for your life.” He said in the most beautiful voice.
She stood there in the wonder of His presence; she felt clothed in mercy, love and forgiveness. Every word he spoke was illuminating to her. It was a kind of feeling you could never comprehend. She felt herself in His embrace and knew beyond words that his love for her is limitless.
Seconds later, she was back at the same spot where she had been hiding; everywhere was quiet. She sat there in tears but this time; the tears were of gratitude. She knew she had just met with the Lord, and his love filled her heart. She came out of her hiding and did the short walk back home. Still soaked in tears, she gently knocked the door to her house since she lost her keys in the whole commotion.
Angie jolted from the couch where she had fallen asleep when she heard the knock; she stood up and went to open it.
Emma couldn’t contain herself; she ran into her mother’s arms and wept.
“I met with Him mum; I met with Him,” she said in tears. “He is so awesome, powerful…, Oh Mum; I wish you could have met with him…”
“What!” Angie said, confused.
“Oh mum, everything wasn’t right until I met with him; His light filled my heart, this peace, I don’t understand it.”
Angie watched her daughter in tears, talking more about her encounter and without doubt; she knew her daughter had met with the Lord. She broke down in tears of Joy and held her so tight in her embrace. ‘The Lord has done a great thing, Bless His only name.’
She listened in tears as Emma went on about her encounter; she told her about the peace she felt in her heart despite all anger and fear she had been feeling all of her life, she wanted more of this and asked her mother to tell her more about the Lord she met.
It’s been almost two months since Emma gave her life to Christ; the journey has been a fruitful one although there were days when she had to struggle with her addictions and past but has learnt to depend more on God. Separating from her gang was the hardest she did but taking each step one at a time, she’s distanced herself from her old life.
She returned back to school and currently preparing for her GSCE exams and planned to go to college.
Angie has been overjoyed to see the changes in her daughter; she tried not to push her too hard but continued to encourage her in the way of the Lord and never for once stopped
praying for her. She realised from this experience that sometimes what we want might take a while to come to us but with persistence in prayer, God can do all things. Praying for our kids should be a vital part of our lives, no matter how far or deep they are in sin, God can still restore anyone and He will bring every situation to his glory.
Pray for the salvation of your children; pray they grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and saviour; that integrity and honesty be their virtue and their protection; they should be alert and self-controlled in all they do; they should grow to find the word of God more precious than much pure gold and sweeter than honey from the comb. Pray for deliverance from bad habit, pray for their salvation and dedication back to the presence of God. Don’t give up, God does answers prayers.
Our family is a Circle of Love and strength. With every birth and every union, the circle grows. Every joy shared adds more love. Every obstacle faced together makes the circle stronger. Edu.
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