Our certain hope

Just because God's grace is sometimes invisible, it's not impossible | John W. Alexander

Trina woke with a start, sucking in her breath and trying to calm her heart. It was the same nightmare, for the third time. Been there, done that, she told herself trying to get back to sleep. The next day she mentioned it to her mother: I am driving a car. It is night. I see headlights coming. Everything is normal. Then just before we meet, the car crosses the center line aimed right at me. I try to avoid it. I am slamming on the brakes and screaming, but it keeps coming all the way to my seat. That's when I wake up.

Three weeks later Trina was driving home from work. It was dark and rainy. She met a driver who was having a heart attack. His car collided with hers and she was killed instantly. She was 18 years old.

A few days later, I learned of this accident from Trina's aunt. Her grief was compounded by several things. Trina was an only daughter, an only niece, and had made no profession of faith. Was there any hope that Trina could be with the Lord?