for those who do not know me...i'm djun, a psycho student from pj campus. feel honoured to be the first person to testify what happened to me in camp.
anyway, the first lesson that i learnt is bout christian love and care. on the first day of camp, my left hand was bandaged. and i had people asking what happened. they were concern too. some didnt even allow me to wach the dishes just because i hurt my hand.
but when they asked why the injury? i avoid answering that question as i wasnt sure what to answer them. so..i simply just said that i hurt it...full stop. i lost count of the number of people who asked me that.
the second last day of camp, i took the bandage out. i was afraid to take it out at first...didnt know what to answer them if they were to see it and ask again. but i had to take it out..it was getting rather itchy...signs that it is healing according to mr bobo. i prayed that no one would ask me and glad He answered that prayer.
on the last day, i came up to testify of His goodness. the care and concern that those people gave, made me realise what i did is such a silly thing. Jesus has already taken that burden, the pain on the cross when He sacrificed Himself. the pain that i went through can never be compared to the pain when the nails went through His hands.
and it really is by His grace that i'm still here...alive and laughing...
thank you peeps for your love and care!!
God is AWESOME!! amen???