With plans made for Thursday, I am heading to bed now. I can barely keep my eyes open right now. That’s because I took two Benadryl with my PM Tylenol tonight for my allergies a few minutes ago, and for a few minutes I thought Jesus was going to take me back to him, but I asked Him, ‘please, not tonight, Lord Jesus’ as I looked at my babies both on my bed cuddling with one another and Magic cuddling with me. Yes, I am not ready to go home to Jesus yet. I’m not afraid of dying, I am not ready to die, yet.