There are many examples I could mention, but our move to Nacogdoches is the most recent example I can think of. When my husband retired from the USAF, we had no idea or plans of where we would end up as civilians. We were stationed in England at the time, and it was early in 2017. The "normal" routes most retired military take were, interestingly and unexpectedly, closed off to us - who says God can't use the government to direct your path? Not us! We knew, in a concrete sense, what we didn't want to do: end up in the DC area or at a law firm where Stephen would be working 60+ hours a week.
The idea of teaching at a college had bubbled up in a couple of scenarios. Stephen started replying to job postings all over the country, with our desire being that God would send us where He wanted us. After applying with a dozen or so colleges, SFASU was the only university to contact him. We walked a convoluted path, which I will spare you the details of. At one point, it looked like our path to Nac ended - Stephen hadn't published an article in 15+ years - but he was able to write something in short order because he had the time; he knew someone who could get his article published with no problems, and he had an interesting topic to write about - all of which happened very quickly!
I can't speak for Stephen, but I know that God granted me a confidence (and hope) about this process that I've rarely experienced. We knew that, regardless of where we ended up, it would be where God wanted us and that it would be the best for us.