DAwn Kinzer

Dawn Kinzer works at the corporate headquarters for a telecommunications company by day. But by night? That’s a different story. She rediscovered her love for writing when asked to co-create full length plays for her church drama group. Since then she’s published articles, devotions, and written scripts for the radio ministry, The Heartbeat of the Home. Believing that fiction can help change lives, she’s currently working on her third manuscript. Dawn lives in the Seattle area with her husband, is a mom to two grown daughters, and a step-mom to a third. Music also plays an important role in her life, and she serves her church as a vocalist with a contemporary worship team. Visit her at www.dawnkinzer.com and www.dawnkinzer.blogspot.com.

Healing On A Park Bench

Today of all days, couldn’t God have seen fit to give her a break? All Maggie wanted was to have the old park bench—her sanctuary—to herself.

An unfamiliar woman occupied the weathered seat beneath the towering maple tree. The bench where Maggie and Tony shared secrets from the time they were eight until the day she turned twenty. The bench where they talked of changing the world. And the bench where Tony broke her heart with news that he was leaving college to change the world—without her.

Maggie slid onto the end of the wooden slats. Maybe the woman would leave if Maggie opened her Bible. The stranger glanced over and then turned to watch a young boy about the age of Maggie’s second graders. Ducks raced along the sparkling river in front of them, snapping up chunks of bread the youth tossed.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Maggie looked up—not remembering a word she’d read—into eyes as soft and damp as green moss, freshly rained upon. Her smile, though timid, was genuine.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you. I was just sitting here praying, then you show up with a Bible.” She brushed hair the color of corn silk back from her face and swiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

Maggie couldn’t be rude or unkind to someone who appeared troubled. “I’m Maggie.”

Their two hands joined. The woman’s eyes flickered with apparent recognition—then something else. Fear?

“You’re Maggie Anderson.”

“And you’re . . .?”


Maggie withdrew her hand. Tony’s wife. How could God do this to her? Hadn’t she hurt enough? She’d come to the bench for comfort but instead sat next to the woman she’d envied for years.

“How did you know that I . . .?”

“That you were Tony’s friend?” Autumn gave a barely there smile before rummaging through her purse. She pulled out a photo and handed it to Maggie. “He carried this in his wallet. Your eyes are the same. And your hair is still curly, just a little shorter.”

Maggie caressed the photo, her vision blurring. It was taken at an amusement park. Tony and Maggie were twelve. Maggie blinked back the moisture before turning again to the woman sitting next to her. “Tony’s mother told me you were coming.”

As Autumn’s eyebrows arched, Maggie explained, “I check in on her almost every day.”

“I didn’t know.”

“How long are you staying?”

“As long as she wants or needs me. Because of the bad blood between Tony and his dad, he never brought me to his home to meet his family, but you probably know why he barely spoke with his parents. Now that his father has passed away, and with Tony gone . . . well, I’d like to help out where I can.” Autumn fidgeted with the frayed handles of the large purse in her lap, then sat up straight. “Regardless of what she may think of me, she is Tony’s mother. I want to meet her, to know her. I want to learn more about what it was like for my husband to grow up in this town.” She sighed and slumped against the bench backrest. “I miss him and hope to find a part of him here. Does that make any sense?”

Maggie gripped the edge of her Bible, praying for heaven’s support. She’d been the one to console Tony’s mother when his father died. The relationship was the last connection she had with Tony, and if Autumn was able to build a strong bond with his mother, Maggie would lose that tie.

“He loved you.” Autumn’s voice barely carried above the gentle breeze. “I hope you know that.”

“What?” Had she heard right?

“He told me you were the best friend he ever had. That your father was a minister and the two of you talked to him about what it meant to have trust and faith. Your family provided a safe place to go when his father went on drinking binges. And at this very bench, he realized what he was supposed to do with his life.” Autumn leaned over and touched Maggie’s arm. “That’s why I needed to come. To see where God spoke so clearly to him. I guess I hoped to hear from Him myself.”

“We were going to change the world.” Maggie whispered, more to herself than to Autumn.

Autumn’s face lit up with a warm smile. “He changed my life. And he chose to live in one of the toughest neighborhoods so he could touch the lives of people living there.”

“But he died because of it.” Maggie’s heart ached. “Where’s justice in that?”

“God will decide. Tony stood up to a crazy man who was beating his son, just like Tony’s dad beat him.” Autumn’s voice strengthened, she sat straight. “He did what was necessary to save that little boy.”

No wonder Tony had loved her. Autumn clearly understood her husband.

When Tony had called to tell Maggie that he had married, she’d hung up on him. Hurting and feeling abandoned, she’d returned his letters unopened and erased his unheard phone messages. She’d resented how he’d failed her. Shame squeezed Maggie’s heart as she faced the truth.

He had loved her.

As a friend.

And she’d turned her back on him. Not the other way around.

Tony had pledged to change the world, but he never pledged to do it with her at his side. That’s what she had desired, and when he didn’t feel the same way, she wasted years in anger and bitterness. In the end, she lost her best friend.

Maggie’s heart softened and her fingertips lovingly traced the top of the bench. God had spoken, just as He had to Tony years before. It wouldn’t be easy. Not at first. But she’d been given another chance. Tony couldn’t be with his family, but Maggie could be the kind of friend Autumn needed right now.

“If you’d like, I could introduce you to Tony’s mom.”

“You’re sure?” Autumn’s face brightened.

“I’m sure.” Maggie smiled. “And don’t worry. She’s going to love you.”

Dawn Kinzer © 2009