I can’t express how difficult it was to give this up. I was sitting in the dealership trying to keep my tears in check. This bike, this hobby I’d fallen away from a long time ago had its hooks in deep. It physically hurts to let go. Quitting smoking and drinking, in comparison, had nothing on how this felt. It may sound silly but this was my identity for a very long time.
Now my identity is in Jesus Christ. Sometimes obedience stings. I’m grateful that He gave me the strength to obey Him. I’m not sure what’s next, and it’s entirely possible that I’m going to have a hard time looking at the empty spot in my garage for a while. I know He wouldn’t prune this from my life if there wasn’t something better ahead, a new story to write. I’ll wait and see.
