He clung on with all his might, hoping for a reprieve from the gushing winds and all their tornado-like ferocity. It was a valiant effort but when the car reached speeds of sixty miles per hour, he lost the battle.
The fly’s flapping wings and teetering toes gave way and he flew, although it was backward! Yet he still flew. He was knocked off what he thought was a safe landing spot into the air and towards another safe landing spot.
When your presumed safety spot gets too fast to hang on, do you direct your wings to another equally safe landing?
There is only one. Jesus.
The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to his heavenly kingdom. … (2 Timothy 4:18)
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. (Psalms 46:1. 1)