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Friday, September 19, 2008


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我今天去了医院
到了那里
只看见 Mother 躺在床
有很多管子在她的手上
这是我的第一次不知道要怎样做
怎样帮助她减少痛苦


i remember her holding my hands when we were alone in the room
and she said..
到了教堂,要记住帮 Mother 祈祷
让 Mother 快快好起来



with that,
i went home and prayed with all my might
it was 4am, yet when i prayed, it felt like God was just next to me

and the best thing that happened?
my god ma was transferred to a normal ward this morning

i believe in the power of prayers
"by His stripes, my mother will be healed!"


mother, 我怕您不会读英语
所以我翻译成中文

愿望下次我能读给您听



| s a n d y wrote this down @ 01:14|

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