Am I Prepared to Go When God Thinks It's Time?

Been ages since we last celebrated Valentine's Day. With an agreement to keep kids out of the conversation, we had a heart-to-heart talk like we never had for a long long time. Phones off, disturbances of technology out of the way, it wasn't until 2 hours later that I received news from a sister that her marriage was on the rocks. If not for the Fireproof Marriage Workshop, I don't know how their marriage will become. At least right now her hubby knows what to do,and thank God it's only at the infatuation part.

With this good news, we happily went shopping for tomorrow evening's Korean-style BBQ to celebrate the kids' birthday coming Thursday as well as Nathanial's full marks in Hanyu Pinyin for a class test. And I was seriously expecting him to fail. Came home, disturbed John and Karen's twosome time to give them the good news of whatgood they have done, then realised Veron's blog about Verdelle's friend's mum. This brings me back to a conversation I had with Adrian and a dream I had when I was very down, when God told me to finish off my work and He's taking me to His kingdom.

Lord, I don't know how I fare in Your eyes, I don't know how You'll judge me on Judgement Day, but Lord, I'm really not ready to go. Not for 10 years. Perhaps not even for 20. I want to see my kids grow, se Anh go NS, see Lyn's 1st boyfriend, see thm get married, see my grandkids, perhaps even babysit them. But God, should You think it's time I go and I fail to wake up tomorrow morning, what will I say to You in Your presence? Will I be grateful? Or will I beg You to let me return to the earthly world through a miracle? Or will I hurl abuses at You for cutting my life so short and depriving me so much of what other people normally have? O Lord, what will I do?