But thanks be to God, that you who were once slaves of sin have become obedient from the heart to the standard of teaching to which you were committed, and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness.

Romans‬ ‭6‬:‭17‬-‭18

I’d just rather not be enslaved to anything, including righteousness.

I’m most comfortable when dwelling in the insecurities of my own self-absorbed, self-serving fantasy.

Self-sufficiency is the quest I’m on in my unguarded moments. I start slipping toward the desire to satisfy myself. I stop seeking power and start manifesting the idea of power in my head.

These aren’t conscious thoughts usually, but they’re exactly what I’m doing when I drift away from God.

If he is my anchor, my ever-present help in time of need, my deliverer, my savior…why am I perpetually plagued by the thoughts of my own satisfaction through my own means?

Ignorance may have been an excuse at one point, but that time has passed.

I know better. I know Him. I know the truths that I’m skirting around.

If I’m to be all in—and that’s the only way for sobriety and for salvation—I’ve got to give up my freedom.

No, I don’t mean that we become automatons. On the contrary, we submit to a greater freedom that is in our Creator’s design for us.

We have the choice to neglect this—making us human.

But we have the wherewithal to cuff our hands in submission to His greater design. And this renewed freedom only comes as slaves to the righteousness that we willingly receive.

God, I offer my freedom to you.