From Being Cut to Being Called: God’s Plan Was Greater Than Mine

When I look back on my baseball journey, I can see God’s fingerprints all over it — even in the moments that broke me.

I had sat out my first year of college ball with a redshirt and battled through back pain that kept me from playing the game I loved. By the time my second year rolled around, I was rusty, unsure, and trying to find my footing again. That fall, we got a new head coach, Johnny Wiggs, who had come from Polk State to take over the program at Santa Fe College.

I gave it everything I had that fall, but after sitting out for so long, I just couldn’t get back into rhythm. When it came time for our exit meetings, I walked into his office nervous but hopeful. Coach Wiggs looked at me and told me I didn’t make the team. Just like that — my dream was over.

I walked out of that office in tears, feeling like I’d lost everything. I figured it was time to move on, get a job, finish my degree, and leave baseball behind. But God wasn’t done writing my story.

That spring, I joined a men’s league just to have fun again — no pressure, no scouts, no expectations. I just played. My back felt better, my swing came back naturally, and I rediscovered the joy of the game. One weekend, our team played in a tournament in Miami at St. Thomas University. The coach there saw me play — and everything changed.

Long story short, I ended up getting picked up by St. Thomas University, earned a scholarship, and played three more years of college baseball. I was named Team MVP my senior year and First Team All-Conference — things I couldn’t have imagined on the day I got cut.

And here’s where God really showed off His plan — after I graduated, I came full circle. Coach Johnny Wiggs, the same man who had cut me from his team years before, ended up hiring me as his assistant coach and recruiting coordinator at Santa Fe College. Together, we went on to win a state championship and three conference titles in a row.

Looking back, being cut wasn’t the end of my story — it was the beginning of the one God actually wanted me to live. What felt like rejection was really redirection. God wasn’t taking baseball away from me; He was preparing me to use it for something bigger than myself.

So if you’ve ever felt like the door closed on your dream, remember this: sometimes God has to let something fall apart to show you what He’s really building.

Trust His plan.

Even when it hurts.

Even when it doesn’t make sense.

Because one day, it will.

But First, Glory.