As I recently watched myself experience a short bout of suffering and then watched it fall away.  It occurred to me how distorted the human lense sometimes views the experience.  As the Divine weaves every fiber into perfection we watch refusing to see the beauty in the weave.  Instead we tend to get caught up in one thread mistaking it for the whole.  By relaxing into presence one becomes aware of being cradled in the arms of God (creator, the Divine) while the weaving takes place.  Perhaps all the Divine asks of us is that we cease undoing the handiwork and that we engage with wonder at the weaving.