You’ll read in the Preacher’s Post tomorrow morning, I woke up yesterday morning in a foul mood.  Granted, it didn’t help the Warriors lost again Tuesday night, but at a much deeper level it was about resistance to living life on life’s terms.  It was about fixing yard sprinklers I’m tired of fixing; trying to round up some pastors who enthusiastically volunteered to work on a project for the Ministerial Association, but who were now ignoring my emails; and even the projected weather for my annual sermon planning trip with Russ Kane at Lake Tahoe next week was not to my liking so I was working up a good resentment.  Think “Alexander and the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.”  But we have choices, and I could choose to turn the day over to God’s Spirit or act out the discontent.  Yesterday was not a terrible, no good, very bad day.  It was a great day of blessing, marked by a conscious decision to make gratitude the key for the day.  This stuff works if we work it.  Rich