去完金葉子溫泉度假酒店

就是去了大陸浸熱水 =_=

不過那兒的風景很漂亮呀~=]附近好像還有中國第一瀑布…忘記叫什麼名字了

可惜不夠時間去觀光

考完CCT後又準備出發去台中 >V< [為什麼又是台灣啊!!!@@]

可以跟最愛的去旅行真的好幸福哦~~

blk C CCT…完全不想溫習…唉

這兩個月過得太頹廢好meaningless = =

最印象深刻 + 珍惜的時刻，除了ophthal、anaes和查經以外

好像什麼都沒有

day-off多不代表幸福

I miss the days back in block A...MY LOVE - Medicine

讀著Joshua Harris的<I Kissed Dating Goodbye>

昨天，讀到其中一篇時十分身同感受的流淚了

我想不管是christian還是non-christian，看了還是會一樣的感動

This is Love. His blood covers up all our sins.

And this is the unfailing Love that never changes till the end of the world.

http://www.joshharris.com/the_room.php

THE ROOM

by Joshua Harris

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 16 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With".

The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.

He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

哀慟的人有福了，因為他們必得安慰。

好有感觸的一句話: 我們一生都在學習如何做一個人

但憂傷痛悔的靈，主必不輕看。

獲得了新生，就該脫去舊人、穿上新生的樣式

昨天的主題是「如果 ... 愛」

愛神，所以甘心被祂塑造

從前很多實在的虛無的抽象的"something"，我慢慢察覺到自己認為最好的未必是主眼中最好的

主嘗試將我自認為最好的挪去時，我有掙扎、有痛哭流淚、有發脾氣、有反抗

最後「最好的」被帶走了，我有埋怨有不服氣

然後比「最好的」更好的，主賜下給我了，也只有在這刻，我悔恨當初的固執和硬心

帶著哀慟，去看待自己的罪

我們原來的生命有著很多正面也有很多負面的東西

總和仍是一個負數

有了主的愛加進來，總和就反負為正了。

謝謝祢的愛。

去完金葉子溫泉度假酒店

就是去了大陸浸熱水 =_=

不過那兒的風景很漂亮呀~=]附近好像還有中國第一瀑布…忘記叫什麼名字了

可惜不夠時間去觀光

考完CCT後又準備出發去台中 >V< [為什麼又是台灣啊!!!@@]

可以跟最愛的去旅行真的好幸福哦~~

blk C CCT…完全不想溫習…唉

這兩個月過得太頹廢好meaningless = =

最印象深刻 + 珍惜的時刻，除了ophthal、anaes和查經以外

好像什麼都沒有

day-off多不代表幸福

I miss the days back in block A...MY LOVE - Medicine

讀著Joshua Harris的<I Kissed Dating Goodbye>

昨天，讀到其中一篇時十分身同感受的流淚了

我想不管是christian還是non-christian，看了還是會一樣的感動

This is Love. His blood covers up all our sins.

And this is the unfailing Love that never changes till the end of the world.

http://www.joshharris.com/the_room.php

THE ROOM

by Joshua Harris

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 16 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With".

The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.

He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

哀慟的人有福了，因為他們必得安慰。

好有感觸的一句話: 我們一生都在學習如何做一個人

但憂傷痛悔的靈，主必不輕看。

獲得了新生，就該脫去舊人、穿上新生的樣式

昨天的主題是「如果 ... 愛」

愛神，所以甘心被祂塑造

從前很多實在的虛無的抽象的"something"，我慢慢察覺到自己認為最好的未必是主眼中最好的

主嘗試將我自認為最好的挪去時，我有掙扎、有痛哭流淚、有發脾氣、有反抗

最後「最好的」被帶走了，我有埋怨有不服氣

然後比「最好的」更好的，主賜下給我了，也只有在這刻，我悔恨當初的固執和硬心

帶著哀慟，去看待自己的罪

我們原來的生命有著很多正面也有很多負面的東西

總和仍是一個負數

有了主的愛加進來，總和就反負為正了。

謝謝祢的愛。

一個人好累

如果這是一個讓自己學會獨立學會承受孤獨的機會

我會好好地騙自己忍耐下去

好想你在身邊，除了主和家人以外，那位我的最愛。