Recently, I heard God say something to me that stopped me in my tracks:
You’re not a robot.
Chewing? Optional. I was basically inhaling lunch between meetings and wondering why I was tired.
What I realized was this:
I had completely unrealistic expectations of my body — and I wasn’t treating it with the care it needed.
God brought me back to the basics: Fresh air. Sun. Water. Rest.
Simple. Maybe even obvious. But I had stopped paying attention.
Now, when I catch myself pushing too far — trying to cram too much into a day or run on empty — I stop and say it out loud:
“I’m not a robot.”
And then I ask:
Have I stepped outside?
Have I let the sun hit my face?
Have I drunk enough water today?
Have I rested — really rested — long enough to feel my body come down?
Sometimes clarity starts with something that small.
