Take this cup from me

Yesterday night I prayed for Daddy to take me home in my sleep.
I think it's similar to how Jesus prayed in Gethsemane, "Abba, Father, all things are possible for You. Take this cup away from Me; nevertheless, not what I will, but what You will."
It's a privilege to be alive at this time and I thank God for every new day He wakes me up and gives me breath.
But what can compare to going home?

For as long as we live, there will be challenges, disappointment, hurt, struggles... If I had an option, I would go straight to my Daddy's side and have every tear wiped away forever. Of course, that's the easy way out. Paul himself mentioned it, but that it was better for him to remain for the benefit of others. In the same way, I know my work here is not done.

one day, one glorious day, I'll sing Your praises in the presence of angels
until that glorious day, I offer my life to You

Obviously, God didn't take me home.
Not yet. It's not time yet.
But what a glorious hope I have in Him... Jesus has prepared a place for me.
When my work here is done I will finally be where I really belong.