Regarding the relationship between God and his children, the most telling example I know was provided to me by sister Eliza G.
She and her husband Steve had a profoundly developmentally disabled daughter. Katy was extremely difficult; she was often destructive and lashed out regularly.
After months of ceaseless exhaustion, Eliza had a night out while Steve watched Katy. He settled Katy down for the night so he can study & prep. Shortly thereafter, there's a pungent odor. Katy has painted her room in feces, corner to corner.
Steve gets Katy cleaned up. He gets her room cleaned up. He gets her down and goes back to study. After a bit, it's the same odor, the same cause and the same cleanup. This repeats twice more. Eliza gets home well after midnight and Steve is practically numb. And while this night was tougher than most, it wasn't an outlier.
Steve and Eliza had been trying for years to get Katy placed in a group home but they didn't have the resources to pay for it out of pocket. The state had some assistance available (back then) but there was a lot of need and the waiting lists were long.
That night, Eliza led their prayer and she'd had enough. She was a good wife and good mother and good daughter of God. She made it clear to the Lord that she and Steve had fulfilled their roles and that now was the time for the Lord to step in. He needed to help Now. She delivered this to the Lord as an unwavering statement of fact.
[me: I believe Eliza was exercising authority as a wife and mother and that her certain clarity came from that. That's my personal take.]
Regardless and with zero advance warning, social services showed up at their home at 8am the next morning. They vetted the family and found placement for Katy soon afterward.
So there's that.
Late in life I noticed some things. There's what God responds to. There's my obedience to teachings. I found they aren't overlapping like I thought they would.