This good thing vrs. bad thing.... success vrs. failure... triumph vrs. disaster... they are all imposters... I quoted that Kipling Poem the other day... about how we need to meet all of those guys exactly the same... or I am still being blown about... I am still functioning out of my natural mind... I am still immature... I am still playing in my sand box...

" If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same...."

I need to see that having a bad day is really no different than having a good day... they are both imposters.... actually... whatever kind of day it is... today is the day that the Lord has made... I need to choose to rejoice in it because it is the day that He designed for me... I need to grow up and see His purpose in it... especially because His design for this day is what Philip desperately needs..

I have this problem... I want good days... I do not like bad days... you know those guys...those days when everything hits the fan... those days that stretch me till I am ready to pop... why is that?.... Why?.... It is because I am measuring them with my natural mind... my natural me wants every day to be a good day... God knows that if that happened I would become a totally impossible arrogant nitwit.. so I get lots of bad days...all designed to help me grow up... to bring me to a mature man...  I get to make lots of choices during the process... choices that can really help that old natural Philip take yet another trip to the cross... and die up there in Him.