How deflated my soul can feel after a day of little bits stacked one upon another. I sit in the fresh start of this new day with the energy remains of yesterday. Lord, I sit deflated.

Helium balloons are the coolest, most fun of all the balloons -until they find themselves floating three feet below a ceiling. Downcast balloon. Sulking in its deflation. Wrinkly in its skin. Sad. Rather sad, sad sight to behold.

Yikes, God, I do not want to start my day in this semblance. I’m comically downtrodden at the mere thought.

Father, Creator, God, We are your special design. I pray you will offer to each of us a burst of recharge today. Satisfy our souls in You. Open our eyes to your majesty. Ring in our ears your worship. Fill our lips with your praise. Set our feet on your rock. Guide our hands to accomplish your glory. Recharge, I pray, our very selves for you.

Oh! How very light and freeing I feel in this time with you!

Oh, Recharger of our Soul, how we love you!

Amen and thank you, Sweet Lord.