I love the story of Lazarus in John 11. There are two phrases that get to me every time I read it.
First, when Mary comes out to see Jesus, overwhelmed with grief, half unfiltered honesty and half unswerving faith, Jesus weeps.
How great is that? The God who has everything in control and is not in the least bit worried about anything and who knew that He was going to raise Lazarus from the dead wept with Mary. He could've just started smiling and said, "Hey, watch this cool trick." He could've said nothing and got to the miracle-working business. But He wept.
And I think in our pain, God not only knows what it's like but emotes with us.
Second, when Lazarus comes out of the grave, he has to have help getting his grave clothes off. Jesus delivered him, but others helped him experience that freedom.
What a great picture of the Body of Christ: helping each other experience the freedom Jesus brings.