The lyrics to the Rascal Flatts’ song “Winner at a losing Game” have been resonating with me for the last week or so. After a considerable period of time, I’d finally put my heart out there again, given it to someone I thought I could trust. Perhaps it all happened too quickly, prematurely. Before I knew what was happening, my relationship with Wynn had cooled to nothing, almost as quickly as it began.
The lyric says “Have you ever had to love someone that just don't feel the same? Tryin' to make somebody care for you, the way I do is like tryin' to catch the rain. And if love is really forever, I'm a winner at a losin' game.”
When I met Wynn, it happened at a time when I really wasn’t looking. I suppose the cliché is true, that’s when love always finds you—when you aren’t looking for it. I imagine that is when it will happen again. When I stop looking. It just gets a little lonely in this big old world when there’s no one to share the intimate moments of my life with.
Here’s my confession: Love will come again, and no doubt, it will come to me out of the clear blue. It’s an uphill battle, it seems, but, in the end, it’s all worth it. I believe in love. I believe that when the time is right, the stars align, or whatever forces of nature have to come together to make love happen, it will happen. I want to know that I’m the luckiest man alive and I want that man to feel like he’s the luckiest man alive, too. So, God, if you’re listening, and I know you are, Thank you for the man you are preparing for me. Prepare me for him, and arrange for us a meeting when the time is right. I know you cause all good things to happen, so I’m trusting you on this one, God. Give me wisdom to know your plan. And so, faith, hope and love remain…but the greatest of these is LOVE.
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