Prayer 21

Lord, I've been that sluggard yoked in thorns.
I've been that hasty imbecile, squandering all my blessings
on the myth of quick fortune. In the days when my imagination would conjure up a thousand dreams, I would chase them all until I collapsed in worthless exhaustion. But now I am your servant, Lord, and you have brought me up in diligence. Financial distractions and capitalistic visions flutter around me,
but I shoo them away with the swipe of a hand and my feet remain behind my plow. Charming people enchant me with fantastic strategies for freedom and liesure, but it's all just complicated mediocrity, pure and simple, designed to reinforce laziness. And no amount of leisure will satisfy our spirit if that leisure is the product of self-centered labor.
Zeal fails the self-centered.
Their paths are futile.
Their nooses are fully exposed.
(Proverbs 12:11, 15:19, 21:5; Romans 12:11)