What This Cowgirl Is Looking For in a Man

Someone who can pick me up and brush me off when I fall down, who will hold me and help me believe every little thing will be okay, make me feel like a cowgirl, a woman.  He needs to be able to speak into my heart and spirit and his touch needs touch all of me.  He doesn’t have to “want to run a mission a yard from the gate of hell” like I do, but he does need to get it and love it and love it in me.  Sometimes I just need to be held, or at least that’s what it feels like.  I am a cowboy, I sleep with my sexy cowboy boots on – figuratively, I go after strays no one else does.  I like it that way.  I used to think he would need to ride with me, that would be fine…maybe, but I mostly need someone to be there when I come back from a hard round up, when I’ve been thrown, when I’m bloody and dirty.  I need someone who loves me like Jesus does…perfection not required.  Are you out there?  Are you in there?  Is it like the brown shoes?…hope not.  And I will not be in want, or at least I won’t live there because I have the gifts of family and friends who love me, a God and Savior and Lord who understands me and loves me and is enough regaurdless of what my feelings say, and I have me and that’s all I have to give.  So, here’s to putting the boots on, staying in the saddle, and doing the work of the Father.