WARNING: road ahead unclear, uncontrollable

So, I know this is said a lot... but it turns out God's plan really ISN'T what we think it is.
I'm the kind of person who likes to know what's going to happen. I hate seeing movies if I can't recognize any of the actors or don't know whhat the plot is going to be about. I don't just start a project and figure it out as I go along. I like to know where I'm headed before I begin.
So you can imagine my frustration when God throws me a few curve balls.
I think the saddest thing about the last two weeks in my life is that it shows just how much I take God's blessings for granted.
Two weeks ago as of tomorrow, on the 18th, a fire broke out in my house. Long story short our toaster malfunctioned and wound up burning down our kitchen and destroying most of our house with smoke damage. Since then, I've stayed 11 nights in 2 hotels, eaten no more than 2 home-cooked meals, and cycled through the 3 pants and 6 shirts which I still have (the rest were taken to a special smoke-restoration dry cleaner).
Meanwhile, it's college admittance season. I had already heard back from four of my colleges (read below) months ago. I was waiting on three. Out of them, I got wait-listed at two and rejected by one. Mind you, these were my top three choices of schools.
So right now I'm camped out in the house next door to mine (it was for rent, conveniently), sufficiently bummed out that I have a burned-up smoky house and disappointment from my colleges of choice.
The funny thing is, dozens of people have told me recently that "God has a plan" or that He "works in mysterious ways." And I believe them.
I'm not saying that God divinely intervened and got me rejected/waitlisted at the schools I wanted. I'm not saying that he lit my toaster and took out a good chunk of my house with his firebolts. But maybe there's something to learn from adapting to adverse circumstances, or from going somewhere unexpected (for those of you who are interested, I think I'll be at Indiana University next year studying Journalism).
I wish I could tie this all up and tell you what I've gotten out of my frustration, disappointment, and misfortune. Truth is, I haven't figured it out yet. I don't know what God is trying to tell me right now. And frankly, it sucks to feel both displaced and inadequate at the same time (usually I experience one or the other, seldom simultaneously). But I'm not going to let it destroy the good things in my life.
I'll check back in with you later. Chins up, kids.
Live big, stay classy.