God is always working within me. God is always working through other people around me–even when they don’t quite realize Who they are working with. God is always working through this Nature in which I live. The devils are tampering, to one extent or another, with this Nature; just as I also, as a sinner, am tampering, to one extent or another, with this Nature.
But we rebels don’t have it all our own way. The enemies of the Lord Above plot deeply and plot well.
But the Lord Above plots, too–and He is the best of plotters.
God is plotting love and justice, to me, for me, as a rebel, and as a victim of rebels.
He is always plotting, He is always working–toward my return to Him. But He cannot simply make me return; not without voiding my personhood, undoing my childhood, which would run entirely against the point of having me personally reconciled to Him. So, what can He do?
One thing God does, is wait.
He waits, while feeling, in His voluntarily active omniscience, all the suffering we engender, in ourselves and each other–sufferings we may eventually be able to put behind us, by the grace of God, but which God as the Eternally Real at every point of our space and time can never put behind Him, but must always utterly know.
He waits, letting us, allowing us, to exercise such a dreadful power over each other–and over Him.
He waits, His Fatherly heart bleeding, because of us, for us, for our victims, for His children.
He waits, as a spurned lover waits, feeling every anguish of hell, praying to whomever will listen that His love will return.