God has no desire for functional relationships with His creations. What He wants is a bunch of dependent, clingy children who come running to Him for help every second of the day and demand His undivided attention. He doesn’t want quiet children who go off and play by themselves while He runs His universe. He wants pestering flypaper types who follow Him around everywhere He goes, clinging to His leg and vocalizing every thought that enters their mind. He doesn’t want brave, independent children who grow up and go off to handle life on their own. He wants fainthearted, frail types who clutch His hand tightly and rush into His arms every time something upsetting happens. He doesn’t want perfection, He wants endless mistakes. He doesn’t want smooth, He wants bumbling and stumbling. He doesn’t want helpers, He wants kids who need His help desperately every minute of the day. It is only in the context of what we would call an extremely dysfunctional relationship that God is most pleased. It’s only when we see ourselves as totally helpless and hopeless without Him that He feels very satisfied and honored.