When pain and disappointment come, I can pretty much guarantee you will fly.
We all will.
We will fly inward to hide or we will fly outward to others.
We will fly into the waiting arms of anger and resentment or we will fly into the arms of hope.
We will fly to the world for its anesthesia or to the world's creator for His comfort.
We will fly into fear or we will fly into love.
We will fly into our minds for understanding and reason that will fail, or we will fly into the Word of God where truth stands forever.
Yes. We are going to fly.
"Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling.
Naked come to Thee for dress; helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me Savior or I die."
Rock of Ages
One word. Five minutes.
Lots of women. One Savior.