It's about 6:30 in the morning and I'm on the front porch trying to relax a little before the craziness of the day sinks it's sharp fangs into me and I transform into the road warrior for 3 days of "game on".
At the moment it is neither cool nor warm here on the porch, just comfortable. There is an almost imperceptible breeze moving across from my left to my right at random intervals. Its soft motion seems to lift away layers of anxiety and carry them away into the brilliant blue sky. For now I am drinking in the calm before the figurative storm on the horizon.
The sun is just peeking around the corner of the house and warming my neck and shoulders. The birds are chirping easily. There is no urgency to their song this morning. I am doing my best to record this moment in my memory so I can replay it when I feel the stress of the next few days envelope me. Soon I'll leave for the airport and head to to the West Coast for meetings.
Once there, I'll be expected to explain things that I don't fully understand to people who understand even less. I'll spend the time on the airplane trying to review the material so I am better prepared, but I won't have the command of the material I expect myself to have. Others are counting on me to guide this process to the right place but I am not confident in where that place is or how to guide it. I think people sometimes mistakenly associate my ability to speak confidently to a group of people with a depth of knowledge that, this time, I don't feel like I've achieved (yet). I guess my goal is to make that a nonissue for now.
I will do my best. I will prepare as best I can and trust that the Lord will give me the wisdom to see the path to follow. I know others are joining their prayers with mine and that is a comfort.
Time to get moving, to get to the starting line. I have a race to run. It's time to put on the game face.
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