Have you noticed that vacations rarely go the way you planned? Heres a typical scenario: Mom and dad outline a fun and interesting trip for the family. They excitedly pack the Volkswagon and pull out of the driveway with great expectations. Then five miles down the road, a crazy driver cuts dad off in traffic, mom spills her Doctor Pepper in her lap, an albatross splatters a five gallon bucket of poop on the windshield, and somebody in the backseat spews chunks on the carpet, seat, and little sister. These are telltale signs that the trip isnt going to be what youd anticipated.

When I flew across the country last year, I lost my drivers license in the airport. For the safety of other passengers, its essential that everyone have a photo ID. I didnt have one. Apparently I looked like a terrorist, so the stewardess wouldnt let me on the plane. Security people were called to the scene and they pondered what to do with me. They finally decided to allow me on, if I passed a thorough body and luggage search. When I say thorough, thats just what I mean. I not only had to take everything out of my suitcase (including my dirty underwear) and then try to squeeze it back in again; but I had to take off my shoes and socks and even unzip my pants and roll down the elastic of my underwear. These were not things Id planned as part of the trip -- especially not in front of a hundred other passengers. What a humiliating predicament. Remember this story when you travel and remember your mothers admonition to always wear clean undies when you leave the house. You never know who might see them.

Another trip that didnt go according to plans was a short, three hour outing with my brother and sister (kind of like the three hour trip of the SS Minnow on Gilligans Island). Our car broke down and we had to spend a day and a night in a motel. This might not have been too bad if wed had enough money to get separate rooms or if wed brought luggage with us. We had no change of clothes or even a toothbrush (ewww)! The three of us slept in one room and one of us -- I wont mention any names -- snored loudly all night, keeping the other two awake.

My sister considered wrapping the telephone cord around my neck to strangle me as I slept, while my brother searched the dresser drawers just in case a previous occupant may have left a roll of duct tape. When they threatened to perform a tracheotomy on me, I decided to stay awake and sit up in the chair the rest of the night. That wasnt how any of us had expected the trip to go.

Mishaps, break downs, accidents, illnesses, injuries, unexpected side trips. Thats a picture of our journey through life. Trouble is around every corner.

Nobodys life is a bowl of apricots. In fact, it can often be more like the pits, but when you accept the truth that life aint fair, things get somewhat easier because youre not stunned by the detours.

The road of life is sometimes an arduous crawl uphill and sometimes youre speeding downhill, awaiting the crash.

Im a master complainer. I dont need to look very hard to find something to whine about. My memory is nonexistent, but my forgetter works great, so I need to be reminded quite often that Im not alone on this journey. Im glad God is my ever present navigator, because I couldnt handle this trip over lifes bumpy roads on my own.