I’m beginning a six-week series of messages that I am entitling “Dealing with Feelings.” I’m going to begin today with the most dominant destructive debilitating feeling of all. Have you ever awakened in the morning and somehow you just knew it was going to be a bad day? Somebody with a great sense of humor described a few clues to let us know that it’s “going to be a bad day” when:

You wake up face down on the pavement.

You call Suicide Prevention and they put you on hold.

Your birthday cake collapses from the weight of the candles.

You go out to your garage to crank your car and the motor flies through your kitchen.

You’re following a group of hell’s angels down the Interstate, when suddenly your car horn goes off and remains stuck.

You wake up to discover that your waterbed has br…