Deb said that about me today. Wow! What a complement.

We were spending a leisurely morning just hanging out and talking. She said, “You know what I like about you? You’re dreamy-eyed about God.”

“Wow! Thank you,” I told her. “That’s weird that you would call me that. Lately, I’ve really been reacting against all the ‘Jesus-is-my-boyfriend’ worship songs and happy-clappy Christianity out there. I mean I consider myself close to Jesus, but not in the same way I used to be. I don’t see him as my ‘lover’ anymore. He’s definitely someone close to me. But he’s my God. He’s my Lord. He’s the leader of a global revolution. I want to be a person who would go wherever and do whatever he tells me. And whenever I think about what he’s doing out there, I’m filled with such awe and respect.”

That’s when the tears began pooling in my eyes.

Deb smiled and said, “See. That’s what I mean.”