The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly, no doubt painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash,
A bumblebee, if dropped into a open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways we are like the buzzard, bat and bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realising that all we have to do is look up. That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem.
Just look up.
JUST LOOK UP
Sorrow Looks Back.
Worry Looks Around.
But Faith Looks Up.