I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
“You’re in charge,” God whispered as I opened the refrigerator door to look for something to satisfy my hunger.
“In charge of what?” I asked as I opened the crisper and reached for a shiny red apple.
“You’re in charge of the colony.”
“Colony of what? I’m not a Pilgrim,” I playfully pointed out. I took a bite out of the apple, its crisp flesh giving way as I sunk my teeth into it. I wiped the drops of juice from my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You’re in charge of your body,” God explained. “It’s a colony. You must lead it carefully so that it serves you well. Eat well. Rest. Don’t stress. And don’t let it boss you around.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Don’t let it convince you to be a couch potato, or to feed it junk food, or to ignore good hygiene. It can try to convince you to do things that aren’t in its best interest.”
I held up what was left of the apple. “I’m doing my best to make good choices,” I said. “See?”
“Yes. I see. Now, go for a walk and get some fresh air and some exercise,” God said.
“But I have a lot of work to do on the computer,” I answered.
“You’re in charge,” God whispered.
I pondered His words. Every day I make choices that are either for my body or against it. I really am in charge of the colony and I need to do a better job as a leader. So I tugged on my tennis shoes, tied the laces, and pushed open the front door and went for a long walk. My work could wait. My body is more important.