"In that place between wakefulness and dreams. I found myself in the room. There were no distringuishing features except for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by authotr or subjesct in alphabetical order. This lifeless room with its small files was a catalog, system of my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a deatil my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, a coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files. 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 were 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 Yewlled At My Brothers." The sheer volume of the life I had lived over-whelmed me. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 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 conatin 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, ashamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. Leaning my forhead against the 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 along fell into my hands. I could count the cards it conatined one one hands. 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 myslef 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 turened 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 filesStarting 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, and so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written in 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 so quickly, but the next instance it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to 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. = Author Unknown
We need to keep hanging in there and to do our part to try our best to follow Jesus Christ and to stay on the path of Rightiousness. We all make mistakes in this life, some maybe worse then others, so we can learn from our mistakes and to try to not make those mistakes again. We can rely on The Atonement of Jesus Christ as long as we Let Go, Let God, which means Give up all of our past mistakes, habbits, sadness, and anything else that may stop your progression towards Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father to give them ALL UP and give them to Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father thats what Let Go, Let God, means. Rememebr NEVER feel like your all alone in this world because your not. Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father are always with us even though we cannot see them yet. Remember God will never lead us astray (meaning he will never bring us to danger). God is always and will be full of truth because he loves us so much and is hopping we will use our Agency (freedom to choose to make good deccissions or bad deccissions) Rememebr God will NEVER seperate himself from us, it is us choosing to seperate ourselves from him when we make wrong choices in our individual lives. Be strong of good courage put the past disapointments and mistakes in the past and look to tomorrow and the future with hope and CHOOSE to be happy no matter how hard things get.
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The File Room is by Joshua Harris and is easy to find searching on google.
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