Wouldn't it be nice to have our path smothed by an inknown hand? Unless we are one of the majority without that protection, whose path is rough and stony, with precipices to stumble into and storms to fight against.
There are a couple of pious quotes 9n the same vein, - "To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure." and ^"God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.^" but the icy wind of hardship and tragedy strikes just as hard at those least equipped to cope with it as to the strong and well-prepared.
(And, incidentally, cute little lambs are not shorn until they are as large and hardy as their parents - they don't have enough fleece to make it worth the effort. What is sold as lambswool is the soft first shearing of a hulking great "lamb" eighteen months old or so)