When a father loves his child, he lowers himself to the child's level, with all his love; he abandons his own language to speak the child's, he leaves his own space to play the child's games, he sets aside his entire world and all the maturity he acquired in thirty, forty, or more years to be genuinely excited by the things that excite the child, to react as the child reacts, to live with the child in the child's world with his whole being...
But he is not a child. He is an adult, even while playing with the child. Precisely because he is a true adult, he can allow himself to be a child and remain an adult.
God feels our pain and our joy. He lives intimately with us in our world. Yet, He is infinite, beyond all things—even as He is here with us.