Guilty as Charged

I don't know about the rest of the widows but when I wasn't a widow sometimes it would come to my mind "I wish I could just do what I want, make decisions for myself blah blah blah"  Sometimes you just want someone to tell you what to do.  Today was one of those.  A month ago one morning on the way to work I was pulled over by s sheriff.  Now there was a day lead foot describe me.  Always in a hurry.  Those days are mostly behind me.  I try to stay at the speed limit.  Soon this morning I couldn't figure what I had done wrong. It seems they had posted a new sign. 

He proceeded to give me a ticket with a $110 fine and 2 point defective vehicle violation if it was paid right away.  Well in my mind it wasn't fair to not let me off with just a warning.  The sign had only been up there not quite a month.  You can imagine what went through my mind.  The defective vehicle violation bothered me the most because in my mind whenever you see that it means "Speeding" and I wasn't.  The decision to pay or fight took a lot of my time and energy.  When I finally checked to see when it had to be paid it was already too late.  I prayed for GOD to help me with the ticket.  I rehearsed my dialogue with the DA or Judge whichever I would face. My biggest defense? It wasn't fair.  They should have given me a second chance.  Now after years of turning right on red do you know how hard it is to change?

Well today was court day.  I continued to practice my defense but then decided I had asked GOD for help, and had to let him be my defense attorney.  Showing up 45 minutes early was a wise choice. Sitting there enjoying the peace. Well my name was a called and I was given the opportunity to plead guilty or schedule a court date where they would call the officer.  I stood there looking at the page.  What do I do?  Who can I ask? I can't make this decision on my own.  To schedule a court date would mean more time off work let alone the mental stress of remembering when the next court date would be.  But in the back of my mind was "It wasn't fair.  You need to prove a point."  Well I went back to my chair trying to make that decision.  Finally after much prayer I heard that still small voice I had been ignoring.  "Are you guilty? Did you do it?"  My attorney (a.k.a. my Lord) reminded me I was guilty.  I signed the paper, initialed where directed and headed down to pay the fine.  I serve a mighty God and he walks with me every day.  He lets me make my own choices and is there to forgive me when the choices are wrong.  Well this day he rewarded me.  No I didn't get out of the ticket but the fine instead of being higher for not paying it right away was lower. $72.50 instead of $110.  His way of telling me I had listened and made the right choice.