February 23, 2010
I must write this before I forget. Matt had a court date today. I took off to go with him. Prayer has been sent up for this manchild for years but especially since the incidences of January 9, 2010. I have had a peace all along about his defense attorney. I knew he could not afford one and Joe and I did not have the money to pay for one, so he would be at the mercy of the court system. After listening to the message on Sunday I was more convinced than ever that God would work this out.
Matt entered the court room and took a seat on the back row which is where the people go who do not have paid representation. He waited his turn and eased down the bench toward the magistrate who would assign an attorney to the accused. I eased my way in and sat beside him.
As he inched toward the woman who held his future in her hands, I still had a peace. When it was his turn I could hear him whisper the details of his charges to the woman. Apparently there had been a mixup in the dates. This case had been grouped with the other robbery and possession charges. He explained how he had hoped to get this particular case dismissed. She said it would be in his best interest if one attorney handled all the cases and she would assign an attorney to him today. She commented about the seriousness of his charges and said she knew just the attorney he needed.
As she was talking to Matt, an older, seasoned gentleman entered the courtroom. She immediately introduced him to Matt. She explained that these were some serious charges, to which the lawyer replied, "You know me, I handle serious cases all the time." He gave Matt his card and told him to call and set up an appointment.
While Matt was signing the papers, I had a quick chance to ask the magistrate if he was a good attorney. Before I could explain she said, "You can pay all you want, but you will never find a better attorney. He is the best." I asured her she was an answer to prayer and thanked her for the assignment.
As we were leaving, we met her once again at the elevators. This time she introduced herself as Paula. She asked Matt to call her and make sure all the cases were together. I reminded her that she was an answer to prayer. I felt a wonderful moment of hope when she said, " I'll see you in court. We've got to get this boy straightened out."
I don't know anything about the attorney, but just the fact that the magistrate would make a comment made me feel blessed. I could see God at work in that court room, with the magistrate and with the attorney. Joe said not to get too excited, keep an even keel, but he was not there to witness God at work. If I see glory, I'm going to shout. Praise the Lord.
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