4 months to 20, and here I am, clinging to Your hand. Hoping and praying my independence doesn't slip away, my ability to move, to leave. Affecting my opportunities, my chances to learn. You make it evident that I am not alone, no, not ever. I enter each room with Your eyes upon me, Your spirit within. I take the stand, swearing to tell the truth and nothing but, and Your confidence and peace are there.
And You are here.
Guiding my steps always, protecting and testing me. In trials, I suddenly become aware that all hangs on a thread. My life is not in my hands.
I pray for specific outcomes. Let my record be not affected, let not my points increase. If anything, let me pay the fine and move on, holding that little plastic card with a picture of me. I pray to be viewed with mercy and favor, by You and by the magistrate. Funny, how one freedom taken away can affect your life, make you learn to trust. But in the end, all I can really ask for with assurance is peace.
