I remember past summers that I would seemingly be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would leave one of our camp locations, and then 10 minutes later someone would break their arm. Or we would have a major discipline issue at camps on the days I wasn't there.
But this summer, I felt like I always was in the right place at the right time. I'd arrive right as a discipline issue was starting. Or walk into a building or room at a time when I was most needed (like I literally could not have been needed any more than when I showed up.) This happened weekly for sure, sometimes more often.
What's up with that? Is it just fate? Or God's sovereignty? Was I just unlucky or outside of His will previous summers?
I'm not sure I have an answer, but it's worth asking the question at least.
How can I be in the right place at the right time all the time?
As Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes) says: "If the right place is in front of the comic book store, we can just hang out there and wait for the right time to come."