Here's to the List

She started thinking the other night

As she wrote her best friend

Some 2000 miles away in a jail cell

Telling him about her 24^th birthday

Midway through the letter she started reminiscing

Joking with him about the time when they first met

And when he called her out from the start

Yet as the years progressed

She eventually created this image

An image of a man she knew would NEVER exist

However by the end of this section of the letter,

She was able to tell him that he was right all along

A part of her knew in here heart

She’d never settle,

Settle for a man less than the one

God had prepared for her and created in his likeness

Even though jokingly she probably figured

He wouldn’t be riding in on a white horse

He’d be driving in from the country

In a beat up ol’ white car or truck

Born and raised in the country

Could be classified as a redneck or Cowboy

A redneck or a Cowboy who praised God

He believed in God with all of his heart

And understood that God and he had an unbreakable bond

It’s funny though because

She kept on telling him that the list

It wasn’t worth keeping

So she decided that she’s place it

In a place where no one would see it

For that time, she thought of perfection

Where’d perfection take her?

Perfection took her to a place of

Not being happy and endless hopes

Somehow she forgot who she was

She even admitted to her friend

She didn’t want write him or communicate with him

However, God chose to step in at the right time

Was it blowing out all 24 candles on her cookie cake

Or was it praying so hard she’d find answers

Nevertheless, she told him when she started packing

She found her list again

And in finding that list

Her smile came back and laughs came back too

Faith does some tricky things

If only he would here to talk some sense into her

But what did it matter

All she knew was that

This was her school girl list she had created

A list she had created on her 13^th Birthday!

One day she knew

The man reading this letter would be laughing at her

Her adoptive sister would be saying “I told you so”

And her Church family would be saying “St. Stan, Thank you!”

But for now, she had to own up to it

In her heart, she’d always been praying

To see that beat up ol’ white car or truck

Drivin’ up that dusty road

Out comes her dark-eyed

Redneck God-loving’ Cowboy

Ready to take her away into the Texas Sunset

To lay in a sea of bluebonnets at night

Underneath those bright Texas Stars

And by sunrise

They’d realize that God’s love was at work

Joining these two souls

So here’s to the list.