When I hear the phrase lawyer of last resort, I don’t only picture a courtroom filled with judges and lawyers. I see moments in my own life when I had no one else to defend me but God Himself.
There have been times in school when people misunderstood me. A simple action was misinterpreted, or closeness with a friend stirred rumors I never intended. At first, I tried to explain myself, but sometimes words only made things worse. In those moments, I felt cornered, almost as if I was on trial before my peers. No lawyer was there to argue my case, only me, standing with my conscience.
But then, I remember the comfort I felt in prayer. I reminded myself that God is the true advocate, the one who speaks for me when my voice is not enough. He knows my heart better than anyone, and that assurance gave me peace. I realized that sometimes silence is stronger than arguments, and patience a better defense than quick reactions.
Being the “lawyer of last resort” in my own life has also meant standing for my dreams when others doubted me. When I chose a path in science, music, or even in faith leadership, there were people who questioned my choices. If I had waited for everyone’s approval, I might have abandoned what I believed in. So I learned to defend my vision quietly but firmly, even if it meant being alone.
For me, the lawyer of last resort is both inward and upward, my inner strength, and the God who pleads my case before the world. Without Him, I would have lost many battles before they even began.