The right place at the right time

I've been thinking.... (No, that's not unusual)
Sometimes the right place at the wrong time is the wrong thing. Or, the wrong place at the right time is the wrong thing. So how do you know if you're in the right place at the right time, which would be the right thing?
This is not a silly tongue twister, it is actually a serious topic. I have been in the right place at the wrong time, like being on a dark street in the middle of the night. Or I have been in the wrong place at the right time, like when I got lost last week and ended up in Pitt Meadows instead of Coquitlam when I was supposed to be at church.
On a spiritual level, sometimes I tend to run ahead of God and think I know where he is leading me and end up in the wrong place at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time- both of those being the wrong thing.
This weekend I was praying about a particular place I was going, not sure if it was the right place at the right time, and a song came to my mind as I drove. Later when I arrived at my destination I was shocked to hear that same song being sung! I felt God saying to me, Heather, you are in the right place at the right time. Very comforting, of course.
So I've thought of a couple of ways to know if you are in the right place at the right time. Number one, the witness of the Holy Spirit. I think it is definately true that God gives us a special peace when we are walking in his will. Secondly, the scriptures, which can often give general directions about specific things (like should I be in the theater watching this sketchy movie or not). Thirdly, the counsel of other Christians. Sometimes when I am in the throes of things I can't see clearly, but those around me can. They are able to evaluate the situation from a godly perspective and say, Heather, you really shouldn't go there, or, just wait a bit.
But seriously, even when one is completely sincere, it is easy to be in the wrong place or at the wrong time. For example, yesterday at the 'right' time I went out to pray and sat down on a large tree stump. The wrong place, I discovered, after getting sap all over the back of my skirt. Also when I tried to play soccer with some friends I volunteered to be the goalie and managed to be in the right place (in the goal) at all the wrong times. I also managed to kick the wrong place at the right time (The ball was right there but I hit Len's legs out from under him instead. The wrong place, and since a foul was called it made the whole episode the entirely wrong thing.)
So you see it can be a little difficult.