Monday, September 24, 2012

Right Place/Right Time

Another observation from this past summer at Camp of Champions:

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." 

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