Praises

I was worried this morning about what I had to face today. I spent a good while in the shower just reflecting, praying, and mentally preparing myself. This morning was the morning that I had to appear in court, and I must say I was a little unsettled. I did everything I could to prepare. I got dressed up in my best suit, I gathered all of the documents I thought I would need. I even gave myself close to an hour to get to the courthouse. I was prepared to the best of my ability. When I got there I wandered around until I found my specific court room. It was big and mahogany and I was small and alone. Seriously, when I first got there, there was no one else there. I was just sitting there on a wooden pew trying to gather my thoughts on how I was going to defend myself.

For a while, people started trickeling in and a couple of ladies sat at a bench next to the judge's stand and began calling names in order to organize all of the cases. I was the only one wearing a suit, so I felt even more out of place. A couple of people even asked me if I was a lawyer (haha). Ah, but then came the judge. He was a bout five feet and six inches tall, probably in his early 70's. He was basically a pleasant, small old man. He was small, but it became clearly evident that he didn't hold that position because he was a lenient man. Everyone who went before me was found guilty and had to pay a great deal more money than they had initially been charged. I became nervous. I thought about pleading guilty for a bit, but I didn't, I just held on. Finally he called my name. I pled not guilty and then he asked for the officer of my accident to step forward to prosecute. The officer wasn't there. He looked at me with his head tilted down and began to thumb through my files that were set before him. He asked me if I had a clean record and I looked at him and said yes. He then asked if I was sure, as if it were some million dollar question on a game show. I said "yes, your honor, I have a clean record." Then he cracked a smile, and waved me on out of the court room. He threw out the case.

God is good. I think it worked out this way so that I couldn't claim any credit for the verdict. All the credit goes to Him. This was such an interesting situation.

And for the rest of the day I simply spent any time I had trying to catch up on school work. I did a pretty good job too, but I'm not out of the woods yet. Tomorrow should be the very last of my seemingly small worries. Then I'll feel much much better.

I hope all of you make it through your finals. Break is just around the corner. Peace and love.