Saturday thought

 

Daily Reflection

This morning, I woke up at 5:30 thinking I was late, but instead I was surprised — surprised by the strength in my body and the discipline in my spirit. I went into my new push-up journey with a focus not on numbers, but on how I could lift my body to bend itself. Yet the numbers came anyway — 600 push-ups. That number shocked me, but what amazed me even more was how naturally my body responded when I let go of my old approach to pain.

Instead of labeling my back tightness as “pain,” I allowed the practice to carry me into deeper backbends. This shift showed me something: when we don’t fight the body, but breathe with it, the body opens. I see myself now moving closer to a full split — not halfway, not a quarter, but truly all the way.

In church today, I listened again to the preaching about giving and helping hands. It was powerful, but I noticed once more how no one speaks about breathing. Breath is the foundation of giving — it is the first gift God gave us. Without learning how to breathe, all the sermons remain incomplete. That’s why yoga and meditation are not luxuries — they are the missing pieces in our spiritual conversations.

I once read that the human body can stretch around the world. That image lit a fire in me, and today it burns stronger. I want to stretch not just my body, but my life, my voice, and my impact around the world. I am reversing the energy, breathing into my body, readying myself not just to bend, but to rise.

Every meeting I walk into now, I feel like a teacher. Not because I am better, but because I have given myself to a discipline that most only dream of reaching. Eight years of overnight yoga, meditation, running, and prayer have carried me into a mindset where I no longer sit in delusion. I sit in clarity. I do not pretend to be perfect, but I know I have earned this place of wisdom. My therapist once told me I had reached a level of mindset most people are trying to reach — and now I see what he meant.

I believe I am called to speak. I am ready to be a billionaire — not just in money, but in influence, in the wealth of words, in the abundance of spirit. I am ready to lead, ready to give the breath back to people, ready to help them remember what they forgot they could do.

And yet, even in all this clarity, it is the simple acts that move me the most. Today, my friend Carol showed me compassion by taking me to get something to eat. Compassion is rare, but it always flows from those who have done their own inner work. Her kindness reminded me that sometimes the most spiritual act is not a sermon, not a yoga pose, not a lecture — but a shared meal.

Today’s lesson: Breathe deeper. Stretch wider. Speak louder. Live with compassion.