Losing Ain’t No Fun
It’s been 24 hours since I realized I lost. I don’t like losing. Many people will pore over the data and come up with different conclusion about what happened. I will leave that analysis to others. But it happens, and with judges like me way down the ballot, forces beyond our control often decide the outcome. Another judge told me today that politics is sharp elbows and this one caught us right in the gut.
I have received so many messages, emails, texts and phone calls. Thank you. I don’ think I will be able to respond to everyone because I know I will miss someone. I read them all.
Four years ago I remember walking into my courtroom the night before I was sworn in and sitting behind the bench for the first time. I felt the weight and importance of the job I was about to begin. I have tried to remember that feeling, that lump in my throat, because it is a real reminder of the important work we all do in the courthouse, no matter our role. The last thing I see when I leave my office is 2 Chronicles 19:6. When Jehosephat was appointing judges over Israel he told them, “Consider what you are doing, for you do not judge for man, but for the LORD, who is with you in the matter of judgment.” I knew the job was temporary, but I was hoping that it would be temporary a little longer.
I went into work today, and I wore black – my robe is black. I still owe the people of Harris County 51 more days. For everyone who sees me in the courtroom, don’t worry, I’m ok. Proverbs 24:10 says, “If you falter in a time of trouble, how small is your strength!”
Many people have asked what’s next? I don’t know yet, but I will keep you all posted. For those of you set for trial in the next few weeks, be ready, because I am. We aren’t done.