A few years ago, I was summoned to appear in court out of state. I called and attempted to figure out what it was, but no one could help me; all they could say was that I needed to come. This happened on a Tuesday after roughly ten calls. On the last call, the lady was really unpleasant, telling me that I could either appear in court on Thursday or have a warrant issued for my arrest. I was like, "Say no more," so we got on the road (with very little travel or gas money). We literally had to come right back home because we could not afford a hotel room on such short notice. Once we arrived I spoke with a clerk who told me which room to go to. I sat in the rear corner of the courtroom when a young pregnant woman came in and sat next to me. We started talking and talked the entire time, which was strange considering everyone was instructed to remain silent when the judge began. Anyway, we talked until we were the only two people left in the room. Her ticket was thrown out af
So you may be asking yourself right now, how in the world can I give when I'm struggling with life myself? I remember a young woman shortly after my divorce asking me did I have any advice for her. She was engaged and overheard that I had recently divorced. She didn't want to go into her marriage without advice to help protect her and her future husband from divorce. Well, she happened to ask me about what I would say was one of my "lowest days." I felt like I needed someone to give me advice because I was falling apart. My response to her question was, "I do not know why you are asking me, but all I can tell you is, please do not do it. You do not want to end up like me". I then went on to tell her every negative thing I could share while choosing to avoid anything that would help her or give her encouragement. Yes, I gave freely, but I gave advice that stemmed from my hurt and pain, not from experience and love. I had no desire to bless a marriage tha