A Word About Divine Timing

A Word About Divine Timing
Star Date 09.17.25

The best way I can describe something unfathomable to the human mind is to look in the rearview mirror. I’ll be the first to admit that for much of my 65 years, I’ve been wandering—stumbling, feeling lost, and at times alone. I often wondered why my prayers went unanswered. The truth is, I didn’t yet understand God’s concept of time.

Before I move forward, let me share a few tipping points that gave me a glimpse of Divine timing.

As a senior in high school, family tensions were hitting a boiling point. I’ll keep the details private, but tennis became my refuge. I hit balls for hours, finding peace in the rhythm. By the end of the season, I was awarded MVP—not because I was the best player, but maybe because I was the only senior or because I held the number one doubles spot. My dad beamed with pride and wanted to show off my plaque at Mulligan’s, his favorite hangout. Months later, during a father-son talk that felt like a “come to Jesus” moment, I walked out of Mulligan’s for the last time. In my pain, I asked God to “beam me up, Scotty.” Silence followed. And for years, it felt like the silence never left.

Then came Glendale Community College. I juggled three jobs, classes, and tennis. Somehow, I made it onto the team. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Divine timing. A new coach, Bill Leinheiser, stepped in. He was a stellar athlete—state basketball champion, Arizona State pitcher—and, to my shock, a former roommate of my uncle Mike, who once pinch-hit on national TV in the College World Series. I didn’t have formal training, but Coach Leinheiser believed in me. He mentored me when I desperately needed someone in my corner.

Fast forward to my 50th birthday. My son gave me a book from his wrestling coach—an answer to the “smoke signals” I had sent to Heaven days earlier, pleading for help as I struggled to write my first book. That book led me to a writing group where the leader declared, “If you’re not here to publish, you can leave.” I stayed. When I announced my plan to publish my first book in eight months—on St. Patrick’s Day—they laughed outside the room. But they didn’t know about the smoke signals. Against all odds, God’s Black Sheep Squadron, a tribute to my dad, released right on time. God’s time.

And now, at my day job, another glimpse. When the new CEO was named, I discovered he started as a forklift driver while taking business classes at the same community college I had attended. When we shook hands, I felt a spark. Suddenly, all my past failures didn’t matter anymore. I saw God’s timing at work again.

I no longer question the hands on the clock. I’m right where I’m supposed to be. God isn’t finished with me—age doesn’t matter. All He asks is that I trust His timing and His ways. The wristband I wear says it all: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

Have a great day.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." — Ecclesiastes 3:1