Saturday, May 23, 2009

去看星星。。。。

有时,我明明知道有些事是对我不利会让我伤心但就是不懂干吗就是还会陷入在当中。。。。感情也好,友情也罢。。。。
有时,我明明知道有些事是需要我成熟的去面对但就是不懂干吗就会以最不成熟,最幼稚的方法去面对问题。。。。感情也好,友情也罢。。。。
昨晚是圣诗夜在福原堂,我们也有献唱哦。。。。每一个堂会来献唱的都很厉害,歌唱的很好听。。。。
聚会完毕后,我们像平常一样就去吃面但。。。。我好没心情哦,没什么胃口想吃。。。。晓洁知道我没什么胃口就说和我一起吃。吃好后还是没心情就跟晓洁说好想去看星星。洁跟我一样很喜欢看星星,她就很快的的跟我说,“嗯,去看星星。。。。”
我们俩就约了明键和全一起去。。。。Cityvine那里。到那里就看到很多星星。。。。好美,真的很美。当我们4个正在看星星,突然看到巡也来了(跟我们说不想去,要回家,不懂干吗突然来了)。。。。不过还是欢迎他来。。。。呵呵。
在那里我就跟全和洁分享了心里的不愉快。。。。分享时真的好想好想哭,但忍住了。。。。
不懂为什么我的人际关系就那么不好,那么伤我的心。。。。虽然很不开心。。。。但很欣慰因为还有你们在。。。。

Friday, May 22, 2009

愛是怎麼樣的?


愛是怎麼樣的?

<<能夠認識他是一種緣分~能夠看到他就很快~>>樂~>>

<<能夠喜歡他就很幸福~簡簡單單就已經很滿足了~>>

<<能夠和他相遇這緣分來得不易~我想我一定會好好珍惜這份情~>>

<<即使他給我的只是友情~我還是會一直守護著他~>>

<<那是因為我很愛他~>>

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想念一個人,需要衝動的感覺

思念一個人,需要深刻的烙印

接近一個人,需要滿懷的誠意

愛上一個人,需要十足的勇氣

放棄一個人,談何容易

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暗戀~
世界上最遙遠的距離 不是生與死
而是我就站在你面前 你卻不知道我愛你

痴戀~
世界上最遙遠的距離
不是我就站在你面前 你卻不知道我愛你
而是明明知道彼此相愛 卻不能在一起

苦戀~
世界上最遙遠的距離
不是明明知道彼此相愛 卻不能在一起
而是明明無法抵擋這股想念

卻還得故意裝作絲毫沒有把你放在心裡

失戀~
世界上最遙遠的距離 不是明明無法抵擋這股想念
卻還得故意裝作絲毫沒有把你放在心裡
而是用自己冷默的心對愛你的人
掘了一條無法跨越的溝渠

熱戀~
世界上最令人察覺不到的事情 便是你我在一起時
那個不斷流逝著的
據說叫做「幸福」的日子

初戀~
世界上最甜美的事情 莫過於你慢慢地向我走來
靜靜地訴說著「我愛你」

The Power of Love

It was a bitterly cold Christmas eve in Korea in 1952. A pregnant young mother, Bak Yoon, hobbled through the snow toward the home of a missionary friend where she knew she could find help. Tears of sorrow froze on her face as she mourned her husband. He had recently been killed in the Korean War, and she had no one else to turn to. A short way down the road from her missionary friend's house was a deep gully spanned by a bridge. As Bak Yoon stumbled forward, birth pains suddenly overcame her. She fell, realizing that she could go no further, and crawled under the end of the bridge. There, alone, under the bridge, her baby boy was born. Bak Yoon had nothing with her except her heavy, padded clothes. One by one she removed all pieces of her clothing and wrapped them around her tiny son, still connected to her body by his umbilical cord. Then feeling exhausted she lay back in the snow beside her baby.

The next morning Miss Watson, long-time missionary, drove across the bridge in her car to take a Christmas basket of food to a needy Korean family. On her way back, as she got near the bridge, the car sputtered and died - out of gasoline. She got out of the car and started across the bridge. Through crunching snow under her feet she heard another sound - a baby's faint cry. She stopped, unbelieving, and heard the cry again. "It's coming from beneath this bridge!" She crawled under the bridge to investigate and there she found a tiny, bundled baby, warm but hungry, and young Bak Yoon frozen in death. With a knife from her toolbox she cut the cord and took the baby home with her. After caring first for the child, she, along with some helpers, brought Bak Yoon's body back to near where she lived and buried her there. She named the baby Soo Park, and adopted him. He was strong and healthy and so grew up among many other orphan children that Miss Watson cared for. But to her, Soo Park was special. She often told him, "Your mother had great love for you, Soo Park," and about how she had proved that love. He never tired of hearing of his beautiful mother.

On Christmas day, his 12th birthday, snow was falling. After the children had helped Soo Park celebrate his birthday, he came and sat beside Miss Watson. "Mother Watson, do you think God made your car run out of gasoline the day you found me?" he asked. "Perhaps He did," she answered. "If that car hadn't stopped, I would not have found you. But I am so glad it stopped. I love you and am very proud of you, Soo Park." She put her arms around him. He rested his head against her. "Mother Watson, will you please take me out to my mother's grave? I want to pray there. I want to thank her for my life." "Yes, but put on your heavy coat. It's very cold." Beside the grave, Soo Park asked Mother Watson to wait at a little distance. She walked aside and waited. As the astonished missionary watched, the boy began to take off his warm clothing, piece by piece. Surely he won't take off all his clothing! she thought. He'll freeze! But the boy stripped himself of everything, laid it all on his mother's grave, and knelt naked and shivering in the snow. She waited one minute, two minutes. Then she put her gloved hand on his snow covered shoulder. "Come, Soo Park. Your mother in Heaven sees how much you love her. I will help you dress." Then in deep sorrow he cried out to the mother he never knew: "Were you colder than this for me, my mother?" And he wept bitterly because he knew of course, she was.

Jesus stripped himself of his royal garments to come and live among us. Was he that cold for us? Surely we never have to wonder if he loves us, or even how much he loves us. He demonstrated that to us nearly 2000 years ago.