These past two days have made me thankful for salvation. I have spent the last 24 hours surrounded by sorrow…with a family mourning the loss of a 14 year old girl. The mother, father, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Candlelight vigil at the high school where the sorrow was so tangible you could almost see it in the air. I have never heard such weeping…made me really stop and wonder if that is what Hell sounds like…the weeping and gnashing of teeth. I want to tread lightly here…I completely understand their sorrow. But, as I stood at the school in a crowd of mourners and spent a few hours in the home of the family, I just wondered how many of the people mourning know that “though the sorrow may last for the night, His joy comes in the morning”? Oh, how it must break the Father’s heart to know that some will perish…I know it breaks mine and I didn’t create any of those people. I just kept thanking God over and over in my spirit for His mercy and salvation that saved such a sinner as me. My prayer is that the death of this little girl will not be in vain…may even one be reached for Him!