“O Most High, when I am afraid, I put my trust in you.”(Psalm 56:3 NRSV)

My experience with the elevator on Wednesday showed me my faith is shaky.  When I stepped in the first elevator, the button I pushed did not light up, so I stepped out. This one’s not working.  I’m not getting on this one.

So I walked around for awhile and then got on the other one.  The doors closed.  Nothing happened for a long, long second.  I panicked.  Then it started to lift.  I prayed “Thhhhhyyy will, nnnnnot mmmmmine bbbbbe ddddone.”  A short time later I heard a dinging sound. It’s not my floor.  I’ll have to wait for someone to get on and then I’ll have to wait to go up one more floor!

I was wrong.  It was my floor.  I exhaled and quickly walked out.

I confessed to a staff person that I was claustrophobic and would prefer taking the stairs down to the first floor.  She gave me the code.  I used it.

To be honest, what the psalmist so easily declared is an area where I still need help.  Humility along with truth is good for the soul.