Always Be Ready

Always Be Ready

Today started with the Word and ended with the wind.

We showed up at church this morning expecting a message, but we didn’t expect it to be this personal. Pastor Matt spoke out of Psalm 16, and the line that stayed with me was this:

“I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”

That verse didn’t just speak to me. It stopped me.

Because it wasn’t the thunder of life that had been shaking me lately—it was the smaller winds.

Distraction.

Discouragement.

Delay.

But then something shifted.

Right there in the pew, I had a five-second flash of clarity: there are no real delays or discouragements if my eyes are fixed in the right direction. My compass always points to true north—the Lord. With that realization, everything else fell into place. There’s no room for fear, obligation, or guilt when you’re walking with the Lord as your guide.

After church, we went to Whataburger. Bella, dressed like a cowgirl, had her strut going. Boots, hat, laughter—all of it. We soaked in the kind of joy that reminds you what you’re really building. We connected and talked about the message from church. It was a long, good talk. We stayed there for quite a while.

Next stop was to drop off food for Mimi at the rehab facility. While Barbi and Bella spent time with her inside, I stepped out into the hallway, found a comfortable chair, and knocked out the bulk of the website project I’ve been building with my website developer. Sometimes a different kind of work shows up on a Sunday.

Later, Barbi and I went for a walk. We didn’t get far. Just down the driveway, we saw our neighbor standing in his garage with a golf club in hand, grinning as we passed.

The conversation started light—golf stories, a broken club courtesy of his son—and then it shifted. We started talking about recruiting, NIL money, college visits, and what it really means to prepare your child for the world. Not just financially. Spiritually. Identity-wise. It’s not just about being ready for a scholarship. It’s about being ready for life.

And then the storm started to roll in.

But unlike last night, I wasn’t caught in it.

I wasn’t running through the streets, wet and unprepared.

I was home.

Dry.

Grounded.

Still.

Storms don’t stop. But how you face them—that changes everything.

Tonight, I sat in the garage on the back of my golf cart, watching the lightning split the sky like heaven’s punctuation. I didn’t flinch.

Because my eyes were already on the Lord.

And with Him at my right hand…

I will not be shaken.