And God created the Court Interpreter…

God put me in this path. I didn’t choose it. I was scared at first, but He gave me the strength to go ahead, take the chance… I know this isn’t just about going to a court hearing before a Judge or a to meeting between client and attorney; interpreting and leaving; sending my invoice; scheduling more assignments… God put me in this path, so I could be His ambassador; so other people could see His glory in me. I’m lucky to be chosen and I don’t want to fail my God. I want to do it right. A lot of times, I know I don’t make the grade. I don’t practice what I preach; I worry so much about saying the right words, about my image, about status, about being liked by the right people… and I forget why I’m doing this. It’s easy to fall in this cycle. I want to be accepted, respected, recognized for my job. It feels good. But at the end of the day, there’s only one person who can really comfort me when I’m sad, calm me when I’m anxious, reassure me when I’m nervous… That’s my God. He’s the one who can hold me accountable and ask me every night: what did you do today with the talents I have given you?… with the opportunity of working in such a special place, doing what you love, surrounded by amazing human beings? Where you humble? Did your attitude made them feel better, special, loved? Did you pray that I would help those who are suffering, the victims, the families? This is a huge responsibility. And I try to fulfill it every day, without compromising the code of ethics of my profession. It can be hard to follow both the laws of earth and the ones of the Lord. Sometimes I fail, but when I do my job right and also accomplish the mission that God has given me for the day, my heart fills with joy and all I can say is: Thank you! I’m blessed.