I’m trying to live life on the elevator.
Elevators are automated devises that carry you upward (and maybe downward once they have already delivered you to your prior point of interest).
Once on the elevator, you don’t really do anything to move, except possibly press a button. Upon pressing the previously mentioned button, you are hurled seamlessly in an upward direction with a distinct amount of force, thrusting you in the aforementioned upward direction.
Jesus is an elevator.
He does the work to take my life beyond what it is normally.
Grace is extended with each floor that is passed, with each victory that is won.
So … I’m trying to live life in the elevator.