When I was stepping into the lift to get to the ground floor I felt something slipped down my legs and to my horror, I saw my keys hit the floor and bounce right into the gap between the lift doors, into the deep darkness of the lift shaft and then a distant clink when it landed 11 floors away.
Quite shaken by what just happened, I rushed home to call for help, not knowing what to do at first. Good thing Daniel was at home, who offered to call the lift company to provide assistance.
Then a series of questions or advices from everyone around:
“Why didn’t you keep the keys properly in the pocket?”
“You shouldn’t be fidgeting with keys while near the lift!”
“How come you so clever can drop the keys right there and then?”
“I thought I was always careful with how I kept my keys, it just puzzles me that this should happen!”
While these were going on, I discovered a hole in the pocket where the key was! So that’s how the keys slipped out!
I’m thankful to God for this little episode, teaching me not to jump to conclusions or be judgmental over unexpected events. In fact there are many things to thank God for:
I didn’t lose the keys when I was unaware of or when I was supposed to pick my children at the same time or having picked the children and couldn’t get home etc.
In fact, I got my keys back within 20 minutes after the lift company responded to my call.
More of a thanksgiving event 
