When I accepted Christ's work on the cross as payment for my sin I was 14, and I was quite concerned for my mom. (I recalled my dad having told about his meeting the Lord and being baptised in a river when he was young.) Back then she totally rebuffed any of my tries, once even declaring that if she believed that way, that meant her own mother isn't in heaven. (As if her own dying in sin would have changed that?) I prayed for my mom for years, until I was assured that God had heard and would answer. My mom was in her late 70s before she accepted Christ... and to my joy, she did so through a television program, either Jack Van Impe or Dr D James Kennedy I can't recall right now, that I was personally acquainted with and supported! God didn't have to do all that "for" me!