Cha cha cha changes

My friend Elizabeth said: "The unknown absolutely kills me. I want to know what I am doing next. I want to know what kind of changes to expect... Curse you, change. Curse you."
Too true. I like the change that I initiate. Buy new clothes, get a haircut, rearrange my CD collection.
But most change just happens to us. We are not in control. Or sometimes we make a decision (our choice) but it comes with other changes we didn't see in the contract. It's like riding the Mamba at Worlds of Fun. You get on the ride willingly, then begin to question the decision. You're locked in, and have to face what's ahead, no turning back. Up the first hill, ok that's not so bad. Then down... and you're screaming your lungs out. Wait a minute, that was fun, this isn't so bad. Then another massive hill and a few sharp turns, holy crap. You think you're getting used to it, stick your hands in the air (like you just don't care), and then the last turn and you pull them down because those huge support beams threaten to rip your arm off.
Yeah, that's kind of like life. We think we're in the driver's seat, but we're really sitting in the back of the bus. We make choices, we get on different busses, but when each ride starts someone else is driving.
Enough metaphors. It reminds me of a Bible passage that talks about God knowing the plans he has for us, plans to prosper and not to harm us, to give us a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11) So my real challenge is whether or not I trust the driver. Do I believe that he knows what is best, that he will guide me through each change that comes my way?

Of course, it also depends on whether or not I've gotten on the right bus.