When I turned five, it was time for the training wheels to come off my bike and for me to become a man. Fortunately or unfortunately, there were two cousins of mine more than willing to help. They each held one side of the bicycle and ran as fast as they could down the center of the highway and let me go.
Like Wilbur Wright’s first flight, it only lasted three seconds. The crash was witnessed and totally enjoyed by my cousins. They helped me up, and with much encouragement placed me and the bike back in the center of the road for another try. They were really enjoying the adventure.
To make a long story short, before the darkness fell I was riding my bike and as free as a bird.
There are some things in life we just can’t give up on. Case in point: our Christian walk.
Galatians 6:9
And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.
It is always too soon to quit.
Think about it.
Gary