The stress of waiting for something to happen during their concert in Charlotte really took a toll on Harmony’s ability to relax and enjoy ministering to a crowd of people with her style of gift. She felt uneasy, unnatural, and every time she spoke, it sounded forced and stilted. Steve’s remarks about seeing the venue full of fans didn’t help. Had they truly expected no one to come? Why hadn’t anyone discussed that with her?
Her headache had returned full force by the end of the concert. She sat in her tour bus, kicked back on the couch in the back, with an ice pack on her forehead and her feet above her heart. It would take another hour before they could leave and head for Richmond. She looked forward to seeing the Kents tomorrow and impatiently checked her watch. Just as she tossed the
