I dreamt God was sitting at the end of my bed and realized I was lying on my deathbed. Terrified, I sat up and prepared to fight the vacuum of death with everything in me. “C’mon, it’s time to go home,” God invited me softly. My heart raced. “Please don’t take me - I still have a lot more to do. I’m not finished yet,” I pleaded. God came a little closer. “Trust me, even if I gave you another thousand years - life is the art piece you never finish.”