Meet Me At State Circle

…only the Lord knew how we would react…. a true story


A brisk breeze invited the huge oaks to sway and the new little leaves fluttered as the morning sun evaporated last night’s rain. Three piece suits ushered in and out of the Capital where policies change with the swipe of a pen. I wasn’t here to tour or sit in on legislation.

I sat all alone on the retaining wall and watched the minute hand on the old movie theater clock. With baited breath, I straightened my collar, adjusted my sweater, and swept my hair in the right direction.

The crisp, cool breeze invited the sun as it made its way through the whispering leaves. With goosebumps, the seconds passed, and the minutes felt as though they were hours. The bell above rang in the steeple. It was high noon and I was scared to death! I wondered if she would recognize me or just walk on by. Was it me that should run and hide?

It had been thirty-two years since we laid eyes on one another and only the Lord knew how we would react when our eyes made contact. As pen pals, we posted notes and shared some pictures of ourselves, but, you never know if that’s “really you” after all those many years. I saw a blonde in the distance, walking my direction. “Could it be??”, I thought to myself, or was it just another pretty face. Nervous as an adolescent on his very first blind date, you were cordially late, which made me uncomfortable. I wondered if you would show.

Like a movie script, dressed to kill, with a smile that would light the world, you walked toward me. You looked like a college girl in your leggings, soft sweater, and a scarf that swayed as you walked. A mirage – maybe? Was it really you after all these years?? You haven’t changed. I jumped down off the wall as if to almost stand at attention. Your eyes sparkled and your teeth so white. You reach out to grab me like a long, lost friend. Embarrassingly, I felt your lonely heart, determined to see if there’s still a spark. I am amazed you’re still single! What any man, half my age, wouldn’t do to have you!

God is so awesome and fate may be the unwritten chapter in the Bible. Only He knew we’d meet, in May, on State Circle. The warm sun refreshes the dampness as life is revived from memories past. Only God could arrange such a reunion, as two hearts were once so close. I pushed you away to just stare into your face. I wiped away the years of tears and only wished for younger days.

Though God’s timing is unknown, soulmates are always on time. You see, we are never promised a matrimony where love is ordained to be on hold, but, somehow, it just felt right as I looked in her eyes and she stared into mine. Against all odds, I held you tight, as we walked the opposite direction, there on State Circle.

It’s true that hearts know no time and life starts over like spring after winter. So, I took your hand and began to patch up those lonely thoughts of us from years before. Only God allowed us to love as we prayed around State Circle ……

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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