“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.