前些日子,看见一位好友
把自己部落格的所有的帖子都除去,
改革换面,还换了部落格的名字,
然后还放了新的帖子,名作“重新开始”。
今天十二月三十号,来到了二零一零年的尾声了,
大四第一学期也来到了尾声,
跟巴布史金的课也来到了尾声。
今天买了些存货,从祷告会回来后,
收拾了货物,收拾了书本,
收拾了书橱,收拾了书桌,
床……等寒假时再收拾吧。
收拾完后,心里想,
是时候冲个凉,
收拾好自己的心情,
收拾好自己的思绪,
来迎接新的一年。
近期为了不同的人,不同的事,不同的小考,
烦恼了太多,搞到连觉都睡不好,
身体疲惫,心灵也都快跨了。
是时候把心情收拾好,
迎接新的一年,
迎接来临的期末考。
是时候放下一切,
剪断这一切的无谓,
重新开始
……

My soul finds rest in God alone;
my salvation comes from him.
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:1, 5-8
____________________
For such is the purpose of your day of rest,
the seventh day of a week,
a day to keep a clear vision of the cross on your horizon,
a day in which you get your bearings so you can find your way home.
~Max Lucado, And The Angels Were Silent~
把自己部落格的所有的帖子都除去,
改革换面,还换了部落格的名字,
然后还放了新的帖子,名作“重新开始”。
今天十二月三十号,来到了二零一零年的尾声了,
大四第一学期也来到了尾声,
跟巴布史金的课也来到了尾声。
今天买了些存货,从祷告会回来后,
收拾了货物,收拾了书本,
收拾了书橱,收拾了书桌,
床……等寒假时再收拾吧。
收拾完后,心里想,
是时候冲个凉,
收拾好自己的心情,
收拾好自己的思绪,
来迎接新的一年。
近期为了不同的人,不同的事,不同的小考,
烦恼了太多,搞到连觉都睡不好,
身体疲惫,心灵也都快跨了。
是时候把心情收拾好,
迎接新的一年,
迎接来临的期末考。
是时候放下一切,
剪断这一切的无谓,
重新开始
……

My soul finds rest in God alone;
my salvation comes from him.
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:1, 5-8
____________________
For such is the purpose of your day of rest,
the seventh day of a week,
a day to keep a clear vision of the cross on your horizon,
a day in which you get your bearings so you can find your way home.
~Max Lucado, And The Angels Were Silent~
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