Another day. Another grind. Another running of the rat race. Another set of pressures. Another encounter with imperfect people who bring out the worst in me. Another list of unmet goals. Another agenda with impossible challenges. Another load of guilt for not getting everything done. Help me, God! I’m not sue I can get through another day. I need your strength, your holy oomph, to get me up and running, to meet the day’s events with courage and competence. I’m not asking for miracles. Well, maybe I am asking for miracles. If you can transform my day into something positive, if you can transform me, that would be like walking on water.