Father, I ask you to break the chains that bind me to those to whom I have offered leverage in my life.  For I cannot serve you freely bound by those responsibilities which do respect and revere you as my only Master, for I cannot serve two.  You alone are my King, not my house, my job, my friends, my church, my dog or my easy weekends.  I love many of them but cannot both serve their voices, their charge for my life and stay upon the skinny path you have lain before me.  Free me from that which I have been incapable of escaping so that I might serve in totality of heart, mind, body, soul and spirit.

This world continues to provide baited hooks, the sweet smells, visions and tastes of plenty, beckoning me to bite and be pulled from the rivers pulse to reside in a bucket til slaughter.  The call of pleasant bounty reside always around the bend for my collection, calling me forward toward a mythical point beyond my field of vision.  The tender whispers of intimacy promising comfort, safety and peace.  These are the things that speak the voice of my wounded man, leading me away from your provision of health, wealth and power to a diminished capacity of worldly consumption.  From these things I would be free.

Father, I know that the simple life of which I dream is a thing of mystery and deceit.  It promises a life of complacency, ease and little requirement and even though I know these things to be snares, they still capture my waking and dreaming thought.  How is that something we know to be untrue may continue to have some manner of attraction as to sideline saints or lull disciples into apathy?  Father give me singular focus and vision that keeps your face, your Height, Depth and Breadth fixed in my vision.  For all there is, is You.  You Are.  In Jesus’ Name.