Oh that should have been, “our-friend-with-the-target-on-the-back” in lieu of actually saying your name.
The perceived pun related the double meaning in “dying to”
Maybe it’s only an occasional Aussies colloquial to lightly say something like, “I’m dying for a coffee” or I’m dying for a swim” (on a hot day) or whatever they desperately want in that moment.
Seeing mirages, in the meaning of your dying reference is all.
The target bit I get! We all wear one on the forehead or back in some sense or other.
Sorry, my husband and I frequently play with language and make each other laugh, even when he look like death-warmed-up.
And on topic,
yes, it’s really hard when God answers “no” or “maybe” and even harder that He doesn’t often say it in an audible voice and we’re left to wonder painfully … left to rely on faith when the temptation is to bang our spoon louder on the table wanting instant results, like the child who is always within most of us