As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; Psalm 103:13
I get the mind-picture of a father standing at the door and looking down. We’re getting along but we’re struggling. We’re not angry, necessarily, that we can’t do things and get things done, just frustrated that we’re at the same point again, seeming not to get ahead. It’s as if we’re stagnant.
When we turn to see the Father, He has compassion and moves to assist. Perhaps He instructs a bit or takes a stumbling block out of the way. He doesn’t do it for us but just frees us up to do it. Doing it so the child isn’t required to do it doesn’t help the child at all.
He’s like that.