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Well, I just lost my journal entry by trying to spell check it.
My life is not super interesting, but since this is a journal, I guess I should say a little about what is happening. I went to a CPR class last night--just a basic introduction. There were two other people there for it--a couple. The instructor was a firefighter (who also taught my dad's most recent CPR recertification class) who does several classes per month (sometimes per week). I don't know if he ever gets paid for this kind of thing, but what he did last night was certainly on a volunteer basis.
We watched videotaped instruction, received an expanded explanation (with some interaction on our part) of the "procedures," and practiced on manequins. There were three sizes of resusci-dollies: Infant, Child, and Adult. Thinking about the practicing now is a whole lot more disgusting than it seemed last night. I didn't really think about it then until my brother asked me if I had enjoyed "making out with the dummies." Yuck!!!
The only time I was truly concerned was when we were working on abdominal thrusts. The couple had each other to practice on...the procedure was simple (we didn't do the "thrust" part): wrap your arms around the other person's waist, find the navel, put your fist just above it, thumb into the abdomen, clasp the other hand around that fist, and...well, anyway. When the instructor said (to the three of us), "We'll practice on each other," I didn't know what I was going to do. I did not make any motion to get up and do anything. To my relief, the instructor (did I mention that he was a guy?) asked the lady to let me "practice" on her. I was very grateful (even though it is not my practice to wrap my arms around any strangers!).
Tonight, I went to church for prayer meeting and our summer choir's last practice. In prayer meeting, our pastor talked about something he had read in Oswald Chamber's "My Utmost for His Highest." The issue was how prayer works--what/who does it change? OC says it changes US, not external things (that, instead, we carry out the external things). Our pastor, on the other hand, sees a need for balance in this, believing that God does change circumstances as we pray. Naturally, I agree. :-) Prayer changes us and it changes the things around us.
Choir was a lot of fun. It's kind of like practicing for heaven, except that I know I will be much better there. I am looking forward to seeing my Savior face-to-face. Then I'll know what TRUE LIFE is like. When I think about life on earth, it seems cheap (yeah, really), dull, and--for lack of a better term--lifeless...by comparison to the reality of what we will experience in heaven. I'm looking forward to it!
My life is not super interesting, but since this is a journal, I guess I should say a little about what is happening. I went to a CPR class last night--just a basic introduction. There were two other people there for it--a couple. The instructor was a firefighter (who also taught my dad's most recent CPR recertification class) who does several classes per month (sometimes per week). I don't know if he ever gets paid for this kind of thing, but what he did last night was certainly on a volunteer basis.
We watched videotaped instruction, received an expanded explanation (with some interaction on our part) of the "procedures," and practiced on manequins. There were three sizes of resusci-dollies: Infant, Child, and Adult. Thinking about the practicing now is a whole lot more disgusting than it seemed last night. I didn't really think about it then until my brother asked me if I had enjoyed "making out with the dummies." Yuck!!!
The only time I was truly concerned was when we were working on abdominal thrusts. The couple had each other to practice on...the procedure was simple (we didn't do the "thrust" part): wrap your arms around the other person's waist, find the navel, put your fist just above it, thumb into the abdomen, clasp the other hand around that fist, and...well, anyway. When the instructor said (to the three of us), "We'll practice on each other," I didn't know what I was going to do. I did not make any motion to get up and do anything. To my relief, the instructor (did I mention that he was a guy?) asked the lady to let me "practice" on her. I was very grateful (even though it is not my practice to wrap my arms around any strangers!).
Tonight, I went to church for prayer meeting and our summer choir's last practice. In prayer meeting, our pastor talked about something he had read in Oswald Chamber's "My Utmost for His Highest." The issue was how prayer works--what/who does it change? OC says it changes US, not external things (that, instead, we carry out the external things). Our pastor, on the other hand, sees a need for balance in this, believing that God does change circumstances as we pray. Naturally, I agree. :-) Prayer changes us and it changes the things around us.
Choir was a lot of fun. It's kind of like practicing for heaven, except that I know I will be much better there. I am looking forward to seeing my Savior face-to-face. Then I'll know what TRUE LIFE is like. When I think about life on earth, it seems cheap (yeah, really), dull, and--for lack of a better term--lifeless...by comparison to the reality of what we will experience in heaven. I'm looking forward to it!
