I'm sitting here this morning with fresh thoughts of conversations I've had, reading a letter from a 22 year old girl that suffered horrific abuse, and went into prostitution, and by the miracle of God called the hotline I work on, and now two weeks later, I read these lines from her last correspondence to me -

"I like this vers dont worry about tomrrow for tomrrow will bring it own worries. Todays trouble is enough for today.... I am really start it like matthews i feel like it talking to me."

  The tears just come like a flood and I can scarcely see, as I feel her little broken, damage and abandoned heart, begin to hear the voice of God, is there a greater miracle? No, there ain't no grave that can hold that body down! No oppressive evil that can steal the soul that Jesus calls, and heals. What a Savior! What a joy divine!