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I visited my grandma last night. At one point several family members were in her room, talking with each other and to her. One of my uncles leaned over, put his hand on her head and said, “you look pretty, ma.”

Nobody heard me gasp or catch my breath. Not long before I was in her room alone and I was struck by how beautiful she looked. Luminous, strong, authentic. I felt odd for thinking it—but my uncle confirmed what I had seen. Newborn babies have been described as “fresh from God” and here she is, on the brink of meeting her Savior bathed in that same breathtaking beauty. This sad turn of events has no power over dimming who she is or what she believes. It was such a gift to see her and feel the strange electricity in the room.

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