The same oversized sunglasses.
The same stylish silver hair done perfectly.
It looked just like her.
But it wasn't her. It wasn't my Aunt Sis.
And even though I know Aunt Sis is leaping down the streets of gold, and has been for several years, I had to will my feet to keep walking that linoleum lined grocery aisle rather than envelop this uncanny look-alike in a warm embrace.
With every conflicted step I took in the opposite direction, and with a lump forming in my throat, I became increasingly grateful.
So grateful that one day I will round a corner. And it will be her. And I won't have to walk the other way.
But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.
2Peter 3:13
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