But she was angry. She did not take my gift and waltz out of the room. Instead, she leaned forward in her chair and said, “Sometimes, I cannot tell when your teasing is fun and when it hides meanness.” Her voice was tender and strong. Her eyes were full of pain and anger. I allowed her remark to roll off my back, and I agreed it must be difficult. But then she spoke with even greater intensity: “I don’t know what it would be like for you to so deeply desire to be like the Lord and also so easily