By Roseanne Dawes

I got a text from my daughter saying she was getting married—in five days—right after her bridal shower.
Wait. What? How? When?!

My brain went from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, trying to process what she was saying and how on earth this was supposed to happen. And not just happen—but be the happiest day of her life.

That was the biggest question racing through my mind:
How was I going to pull off the happiest day of her life... in five days?
The honest answer? I wasn’t. I couldn’t. Not by myself.

I had been in a depressed state for months after my husband lost his job—again. I could barely bring myself to leave the house, let alone plan a wedding. I’d shut down emotionally, turned inward, and stopped communicating. The idea of asking for help or coordinating an entire wedding felt impossible.

My adult children were really worried. They had never seen me like this before. I knew they were concerned, but I didn’t have the energy—or the words—to reassure them. I was barely making it from one day to the next.

Still, somewhere inside, I was quietly practicing the Law of Relativity. I reminded myself that nothing is inherently good or bad—it just is. That simple mindset shift gave me peace. I chose to believe that everything happening was part of a bigger picture I couldn’t fully see yet.

I turned it over to my Heavenly Father and waited to see what would unfold.

And then... things started unfolding.

Thankfully, my two daughters had already planned a bridal shower. Decorations, food, guests—it was already in motion. When my oldest daughter heard her sister wanted to get married after the shower, she shifted into Party Planning 2.0 mode. Within hours, she had flowers ordered, a backdrop planned, and a plane ticket booked for our son so he could be there.

Everything began falling into place—not because we had all the answers, but because we made the decision to move forward with joy instead of panic. Once that decision was made, it’s like heaven opened up and started sending miracles.

The bridal shower turned into wedding prep in an instant.

As soon as guests heard there would be a ceremony that night, everyone pitched in without hesitation. My sister took charge of the flower girls—my granddaughter and the groom’s four-year-old daughter—coaching them on how to toss petals down the aisle. Another family member helped my oldest grandson get ready to be the ring bearer and even crafted a creative display to hold the rings.

Guests lined chairs with fresh flowers. Sisters-in-law called their husbands. Male cousins who “just happened” to be nearby came to be part of the ceremony. Tables were set. A cake was decorated. One of my sons, completely on his own, decided to walk his sister down the aisle since their dad—her father—was officiating.

And standing there under the beautiful backdrop that somehow just appeared that week, I realized something sacred:
This wasn’t just us. We were being helped.

Helped by seen and unseen hands.

And just when I thought the moment couldn’t get any more magical... the bride and groom kissed, and right then—fireworks lit up the sky. Literal fireworks. From a city celebration nearby. Right above their heads.

You can’t make that up.

Fireworks from heaven.
Letting us all know: We didn’t do this alone.
We were supported. Guided. Lifted.

The whole experience—start to finish—was a sacred reminder of what God can do when we surrender the “how” and lean into trust. What began as a text that sent my heart into a spiral turned into a night full of wonder, beauty, and awe.

A wedding put together in five days—by God, by family, and by love. A moment we will never forget.