One of the prime examples is from the birth of our second son. While in labor, and just minutes before he made his presence known, I was in the middle of a hard contraction. The pressure against my lungs was immense. I couldn't catch my breath. I felt like I was going to pass out. I gasped out, "I can't..." But before I could say, "Breathe," one of the nurses rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, yes, you can." Seriously? I had my first son with no drugs whatsoever. I know what natural childbirth feels like. I wanted to scream at her, "I know what I'm going through. I just can't BREATHE!" But, alas, my next contraction hit, and my mind shifted to more pressing issues than straightening out the nurse. :o)
More recently, the misunderstanding worked out in an unusual way, though.

In pondering this, I think we often do the same thing with God. When we're in the middle of a situation, we assume we know why God is doing what He's doing to us. He's mad at us. He's trying to teach us a lesson. He's punishing us for a sin.
Honestly?
Maybe we should ask HIM what his intentions are.
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord.
9 “For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8-9