Megan entered into the last mile of her daily run as the sun began its slow and steady climb in the morning sky. She loved this time of day. The cool, crispness of the air, the sounds of the world beginning to awaken around her, all gave her a feeling of serenity nothing else ever could.
She watched as God painted another brilliant masterpiece before her. She always marveled at the colors He chose to use. She decided, as she did every morning, the radiant pink, just before the gold began, was her favorite.
People always asked her why she chose to do her run so early in the morning, but Megan would only smile. She could tell them how amazing the sunrise made her feel, how the chill of the morning air filling her lungs invigorated her, but she knew if they didn’t experience it for themselves, her words would make no sense to them.
She always ended her morning excursion in the center of the city park. The bench beside the fountain located there, made a relaxing place to cool down from her run. Some people found her place of respite an oversized eyesore. While it was a little large for the tiny park, the angel sculpture was a very warm and welcoming sight for Megan.
She took a seat on the weathered, black, cast-iron bench directly across from the smiling face of Anael, the angel of romantic love. Megan found it a little ironic that she was as drawn to this statue as she was, considering her personal view of romance.
Ever since Leo trashed her heart two years earlier, Megan found herself growing more jaded on the subject of love with each passing day. She felt she would never be able to trust another man as long as she lived.
Friends had tried to help her, but their attempts at matchmaking were always total failures. There were actually a few good guys in the line-up, but none had been able to break through the wall Megan had erected. One had come close, however.
Mark was a teacher at the high school where Megan’s friend Deborah worked. He was very nice and extremely good-looking. His broad shoulders and dark wavy hair were definitely eye catchers. However, it was his hazel eyes and sparkling smile, which threatened to take her breath away. The best part of all – he was a Godly man.
She allowed her mind to wander as she sat studying the features of the angelic form in front of her. What would happen if she let her guard down with Mark? Would she ever be able to let go of the betrayal and misplaced trust from her past? She knew in her heart that she would have to if she wanted to move forward.
“Lord, I know hanging on to these harsh feelings is not what you would want me to do. Please, help me to let go. Mark is a wonderful man. If he is whom you have meant for me, I ask that you give me a sign. Help me to know for sure. Amen.”
Pop . . . screech . . . thud . . . thud . . . thud.
“What in the world?” Megan spun around in time to see a black Camry come to an awkward halt in the parking lot.
A man got out and walked to the rear of the car to survey the damage. He then popped the trunk. Megan heard the clank of metal as he pulled out the tools and spare he needed to change his flattened tire.
The distance between Megan and the driver did not allow her to see him clearly. Even though she did not know who he was, she was sure he would probably appreciate a little help. She had never changed a tire before, but maybe she could at least hand him tools or something.
Megan walked the path to the parking lot toward the man and his crippled vehicle. She kept trying to get a glimpse of his face, hoping she would recognize him. Regrettably, his back was to her the whole time.
The man was trying to release a lug nut when she reached the side of the car.
“Looks like you could use a little help.”
“Looks like it,” He said with a chuckle as he stood to face her.
As they stood smiling at one another, Megan marveled at God’s timing.
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