“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth” (Ps. 121:1–2).
Kayla and her mother and her little brother, John, were at a hotel. It was a tall hotel with an elevator. Their room was on the first floor so they did not ride in the elevator. Kayla was glad. She did not like how an elevator ride made her stomach feel.
Kayla and her family walked down the hall to the breakfast room. Kayla saw muffins and other food for the hotel guests.
“Yum! I want a muffin,” she said.
Mom gave Kayla a book. “Sit here with John on the red sofa so you can see me while I get our food. Don’t let your brother get away.”
Kayla and John sat on the red sofa, but John didn’t want to read the book. He stood up. Kayla stood up too. She held John’s hand, but John did not want her to hold his hand.
A tall man wearing blue jeans and a blue shirt came into the hotel.
“Daddy,” John said and he ran after the man.
Kayla ran after John. She knew the man wasn’t Daddy. They were going to the airport to meet Daddy.
The elevator door opened. John followed the man into the elevator. More people got into the elevator.
Kayla sighed. She got into the elevator too. The door shut. The elevator went up. Kayla tried not to think about her stomach.
“Excuse, me, please,” she said to the people. “I have to find my brother.”
She found John at the back of the elevator. He still did not want to hold her hand. So Kayla held on to the collar of his shirt. John giggled.
The elevator stopped. The man who looked like Daddy got off. The elevator went up and stopped again. More people got off. The elevator went up and stopped again.
Soon Kayla and John were the only people in the elevator. The elevator did not go up. The elevator did not go down. The door did not open. Nothing happened. John lay down on the floor.
Kayla wondered what she should do. She wanted to cry, but then she remembered Daniel in the Bible. Daniel trusted God. And he prayed when he was in trouble. We are in trouble, Kayla thought. I trust God too, so I will pray.
“Help me, God. Please show me what to do,” she prayed. But she didn’t close her eyes because she had to watch John.
Just then, John crawled to the front of the elevator. Kayla walked over to him. She saw buttons with numbers on the wall of the elevator. “Mom is on the first floor so I will push number one,” she decided.
Kayla pushed number one and the elevator went down, down, down.
Finally it stopped. The door opened.
Kayla grabbed John’s hand and pulled him out of the elevator.
Mom was so glad to see them. Kayla told her what happened.
“You were a brave girl to rescue John from the elevator,” Mom said. “I’m glad you followed Daniel’s example and prayed.”
Whenever we’re scared or we don’t know what to do, we can pray and ask God for help. He is always there for us.
My response:
» When I get into a difficult situation, do I pray and ask God for help? Or do I just try to solve things on my own?
» Is there anything going on in my life right now that I need to pray about and ask God for help with?