Like riding a bike

The girl knew she was getting nowhere. She keep getting up and then falling immediately, but she was determined. First foot on a pedal, second foot on a pedal and tumble over.

Try and try again. She was exhausted and sore. Nothing she did would keep her up on that bike.

Her father watched from a window to ensure she did not hurt herself, but allowed her decision to teach herself, something she knew nothing about, to continue. He know the only thing she was missing was a push, a little forward momentum to keep the bike vertical.

How long will you struggle and make yourself sore, before you ask your Heavenly Father for a push?

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