The hour before I do anything is a nightmare.
I hate waiting. Patience isn’t just a virtue I don’t possess, I’m deathly allergic to it. Then again, it’s not really a fruit of the Spirit, so I’m good. Oh, wait.
I stress about what’s going to happen. I’m nervous.
The hour before going to the dentist? Sheer terror.
The hour before dinner is ready? Pure starvation.
The hour before I lead worship?
I wish I could say I was worshiping, crying vehement cries of intercession, and preparing my heart and my team to encounter the presence of Almighty God.