Better late than never

As the saying goes.

I am serious about this goal though, to sit down every Sunday and write, of course it is Tuesday right now. It happens, I do have a great excuse though and I think you would agree.

I spent most of Sunday driving the few hours back to Fayetteville, NC. The neighboring Army base was my last post before retiring and where my boys decided to stay as adults. I personally have never really loved the energy that surrounds this place and the further I get from my Army time, the less I seem to enjoy it, but my youngest two sons do…

Sunday’s drive was easy enough, I had decided to pack up Saturday and to head out early on Sunday, I said my goodbyes to the odd but nice neighbor Ken, who had been camping near my rig.

I would attend service again at the not so little church on Pawley’s Island, partly because I really loved the worship and praise singing, and partly because it was the first time in the years of traveling that someone I met out in the woods suggested I attend, with a glowing recommendation I might add “The Lord is there”. Also partly because I still hold true to the fantasy that Love is right around the corner, and I want to give it every opportunity to happen sooner. However the few smiles exchanged the week prior only revealed themselves to be friendly, married woman smiles. Sigh.

They say that Love comes when you stop looking.

When is that?

Sounds as absurd as food coming when you stop cooking, or to pretending you’re not hungry in order to gain fat.

So what does it mean to not look?

Head down, hoodie up, eyes glued to a book? Leaving no chances for stray glances or fantasies to set their hook.

When does the sight of a beautiful smile aimed your way not sow the seed of what if and brighten your day?

If you were to see that same sweet smile yet again, and Oh what a grin

Would the sprouts from the previous smiles seeds provide some swag allowing you to proceed?

Would you aim for the fences when you swing?

Will they be able to tell that you are not looking?

When you are there, face to face and talk for the first time,

is it simply stated at the start, No love for me, I’m not looking

And then does love start simply after it is stated, or do we leave here to pick out the rings? — Carver

Spoiler alert, no love to be found there, beyond God’s of course, but He shows me that everywhere. The reality is that I find it hard not to get a little excited about the possibility of Love being around the corner. To not hold some sort of hope that the woman God wonderfully made for me is just about here. That Love is here. I am just shy of my 50th birthday, and have yet to experience it to be honest. I’m rather looking forward to it.

Until then.