Waiting is not my forte.
And, although I can appreciate the good waiting does toward developing godly character, I fail miserably at waiting.
I feel like a child in "big church," squirming in the pew, waiting for the service to end. I look for stuff to fill the time, occupy my mind, and hopefully make time pass faster.
It reminds me of what used to happen in my house when we were getting ready to leave. We'd tell our boys to get ready to go, and we were leaving at a specific time.
When we'd call out for everyone to head to the car, suddenly, boys were scrambling to get their shoes or finding pertinent items for where we were headed.
"Why aren't you ready?" we'd ask, in a stern yet loving tone...