Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year's Eve! It's All Joy!

Suffering.  That is the topic I didn't get to write about, yesterday.

We've all suffered, haven't we?  If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) you'll know that I have suffered and still do suffer in some ways.

Grieving the loss of my husband hasn't been easy.  It dragged me down from the upbeat, positive person I was, into someone I hardly recognized.  Would this be considered abnormal?  I don't think so.  From everything I've read on the subject of grief, what would be abnormal would be to not grieve, especially if you loved the person, as I loved Gordon.  With all my heart, soul and being.

God and His Word helped me through this, every step of the way.  No, I don't believe I am finished grieving, but I believe I have reached a place where I am not devastated every minute of every day, as I was in the beginning.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

It actually is comforting to know that others suffer.  Not that I want anyone else to suffer, for I truly don't.  But, look at the Apostle Paul; he suffered.  Paul pleaded that the thorn in the flesh would depart from him, just as I have pleaded that this grief would depart from me.  It shows that for Christians, suffering is normal.

God spoke to Paul, just as he has spoken to me and you, in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, "And He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.'  Therefore most gladly, I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ's sake.  For when I am weak, then I am strong."

Through the course of grief, I was surprised, sort of the same way I was surprised after my first marriage ended, years ago.  Those that I thought would never support me, or those who I barely knew, did support me.  Some that I thought for sure would support me, didn't.

Just as I had been heartbroken years ago, I found myself heartbroken, again.  After all, we as humans tend to think our friends will stand by us; at least we hope this.  It didn't happen that way years ago, and it didn't happen that way, after Gordon died.

Instead of receiving support from some, I received condemnation.  Not just because I was grieving and some people thought I shouldn't grieve, because I am Christian.  But, some people didn't like what I had to say at times, in both LwL and Facebook (FB).  As you know, if you've been reading, some people, actually de-friended me.  Not just on FB, either.  In real life.

I pity them, for they know not what they do.  God tells us to love each other.  They obviously didn't get the message.

Then, there were others who were so very supportive of me.  Like-minded people who understood me, my grief, my sorrow, and most importantly, where I was coming from, with my walk with Christ.  I praise God for these people.

Over the past few weeks, especially during the time when I was delivering gifts and visiting people, I found myself feeling rather sad, missing Gordon, missing life.  I sort of felt like I had died; after all, part of me did die.

It seemed everywhere I drove, I passed by somewhere that brought memory flashbacks to me.  To make matters worse, I began wondering if indeed I was wrong about speaking truth for God.  This reflection made me wonder if I was truly screwed up, in my thinking and Christian belief.

I asked God to stop this constant torment, but like Paul, this thorn in my flesh just wouldn't leave.

Almost daily, I was arriving home, in tears.  Wondering when God intended to heal me.  Not once did I ask for support from others.  Some may have recognized through my writings and postings that I was feeling sad; or maybe, they were just sensitive to how I was feeling.  I really can't say for sure.

This I do know, for sure:  I began getting messages from people.  The following is only a few of the words of encouragement I received:

*  Recently, a friend on FB commented to another friend (not me), "gee, it looks lke u must doing too much to minister 2 the lost. 2 me i always know i'm doing somethng right when satan wants to discourage me."  Our mutual friend replied, "And ys old hairy legs satan is sticking his nose in coz of the work I do is glorifying to GOD."

I can relate this that!  It seems satan is alive and well, trying as he might, to do what he does best.  Rob, kill and destroy. 

See!  I'm not alone!  The above comments are proof-positive, that all who are obedient and do the work for God that He has called them to, experience these problems.  When this happens to us, we are to consider it JOY, God tells us!

Notice that I didn't say we should be happy.  Happiness is not JOY.  Certainly not JOY in our Lord.  Happiness is a human condition that is temporary.  JOY, true far superior and cannot even be compared, for it is truly a spiritual condition that never fails.  It's with a believer, trusting in Jesus, always; whether times are good or not so good.

In the past, I've commented from time to time about how hurt I've been regarding friends and family, who are more like strangers.  People, who don't accept me, for the person I am.  People, who would like to hurt me, or erase me, as someone they know.  Like I never existed.

My friend Dave Roberts of Partake Ministries has written and done a podcast called:  Standing Alone, which is what we do, when we are not accepted.  Here's a link:

There had been times when this truly upset me.  But, in God's wisdom, I know He used these circumstances to answer a prayer I've had since Gordon died.  My prayer was that He would reveal to me the truth about relationships in my life.

While I haven't always been happy about finding out the truth.  I must admit, God has been faithful to me and has answered my prayer.  For this, I will be eternally grateful.

Not too long ago, I was having a rather 'low' day.  Although I never really spoke of it, God put it on the hearts of a few friends, to lift me up.  Weird!  It was weird.  Truly strange that this would happen, but it did. 

Absolutely unsolicited, were these comments, made to me on Facebook (FB), by fellow Christian friends:

*  A recently added 'new' friend commented, "You bring insirational writings to fb. Dont stop or even slow down. The Lord is blessing people in your input. God bless you Lynn."

*  From a friend (in England) who is a minister who heads up a ministry that I assist as an administrator commented, "Thanks for prayers and cheerleading for XXXXXXX! Sharing by you is much appreciated!"

Then, out of the clear blue, I received an e-mail message from another minister friend here in Windsor, "Lynn, I don't understand where you get the things you send me ...but keep sending. I don't understand why a pastor would break ties with you... because you truely do bless...convict...challenge and motivate us all to be more Christ like. Again, thanks for your part in the Christmas dinner."

This love and support from fellow Bible-believing, Bible-preaching fellow Christians, was a true blessing to me.  I needed to hear this; God knew it.  He provided for me, just as He provides always for me.  And, for you too, if you'll let Him.

One thing I know for sure though, is that I need to make changes in my life.  More about this, tomorrow.

By the way, since it is New Year's Eve, I wish each of you a very Happy New Year!

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Fruit of the Spirit!

Before I begin writing this entry, I must acknowledge my granddaughter K, who was born and died on December 30th.  Even after all these years, my daughter P grieves; so do I.  Please pray for P.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

When I left off yesterday, I recalled how a friend of mine wondered if my children were saved, for if they are saved, there should be some fruit of the spirit in their lives.

Just as a reminder, God tells us about fruit of the spirit in Galations 5:22-23, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control..."

After this conversation with my friend, I prayed about exactly that; about whether or not my children were saved.  Truly, only God alone, knows for sure.  But, I asked Him to reveal if there were fruit in their lives.

If you've been a regular reader, you'll know that I had already been praying that God would reveal truth about every relationship in my life.  He answered my prayer, once again.

While I can see fruit in P's life; it was directed towards others, this Christmas.  When my Christmas day blessing occurred, I felt like I recognized fruit in my daughter B's life.  You'll probably think it was because she showed compassion towards me, in my loneliness.  If you thought this, you would only be partially correct.

For certain B showed towards me:  love, kindness, goodness and more.  However, of even more importance to me, was the fact that she showed the same fruit of the spirit towards her ex, S and his family.

What do I mean by this?  Well, look at the situation.  Earlier this year, B & S broke up, with B and her children actually being housed at a shelter and being helped by the police and victim services.  Since then, their relationship has obviously changed, even if they are not reuniting.

It is obvious to me that B has forgiven S, for all that was done against her.  If she hadn't done this, would she have had compassion on him and his family?  Would she have been concerned that he and his family share their daughter's first (1st) Christmas?  No.  So, I praise God, she found it in her heart to forgive him and have compassion upon him and his family!

This turned out to be the biggest joy for me, this Christmas! 

B's had a tough life.  Like many of us.  No, I won't go into her private life, but I will say that she has suffered.  Much like me and some of you that I've gotten to know, either through my contact with you in real life, or through Facebook (FB), or other sources.

You've probably heard me say this more than once, but I need to say it, again.  Next to salvation, there is nothing more important than forgiveness.  After all, didn't Jesus die for your sin, for mine, and for the sin of all the world, of all who will believe? 

God tells us in Psalm 103:12, "As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us."  The blood of Jesus washes us white as snow, covers our sin, so God cannot see it, for God hates sin.  He cannot look upon sin, in any way, shape or form.

As we grow more Christlike, being sanctified and growing in our faith, we need to make sure we forgive others, just as our Lord forgave us!  If you've ever prayed the Lord's prayer, you've already prayed and asked God to forgive you, the way you forgive others.  Ooooooo!  Think about it!  "...forgive we forgive those..."

I cannot imagine living with unforgiveness.  Actually, I pity those who refuse to forgive.  Yes, I said refuse.  As Christians, we all have the power within us to forgive, but not all choose to forgive. 

It breaks my heart when I hear someone say they can't forgive.  This is not the truth.  God gave us all power to forgive.  The truth is, they don't want to forgive.  Not wanting to forgive is part and parcel of a pride problem.  And, we know that being prideful is sinful.  In addition, by refusing to forgive, the 'injured' party can hold onto hate.  God told us to love others as ourselves.  Wouldn't you want to be forgiven?

For some reason, God has always blessed me with being a forgiving person.  From childhood to adulthood, always.  Through each and every trial in my life, I've had to forgive someone; and I have forgiven.  Often to the dismay of those looking onto the situation.  I've even been persecuted for forgiving someone who has sinned against me and others.

Talking about trials, this is why I wrote about a few of the major trials in my life.  Yes, I said a few.  I've had many.  Many more than you know about.  No, I don't intend to write my whole life history, but you need to know that I haven't had an easy life. 

I'll bet you thought that when I wrote about those few trials I spoke of, that I was doing so, looking for sympathy, compassion or whatever.  This was not the case. 

I wrote about those few trials that I told you about, so you could see that I haven't led an easy life, that I have truly suffered.  Even some worse trials than what I wrote about.  Some involving family, friends and others I don't really know or know well.

If you think you're alone, because you've suffered trials, you need to think, again.  We Christians all have trials.  God told us in James 1:2-4, " My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing."

Note that God didn't say "if".  He said "when".   

Yet, God gave me the grace to be able to forgive.  I praise Him for this! 

If I had one wish that I could have granted to me, it would be that any person who has not forgiven me, for whatever they feel I have done towards them, would forgive me.  Whether they feel forgiveness is justified, or not.

If more people understood that forgiveness isn't for the person being forgiven, I believe more people would strive to live their lives forgiving others.  Forgiveness towards others, releases the forgiver from the bondage of sin.  As I mentioned previously, unforgiveness is a sin of pride. 

Forgiveness isn't easy.  It's hard.  But, as I stated above, it's not an option.  We are commanded to forgive, just as God forgives.  It doesn't come easy.  Forgiveness is difficult.  We have to work at it.  It doesn't come naturally.

Friends, we all suffer. We suffer daily, for Christ, if we stand up for him.  This is a topic for another day!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A True Christmas Blessing...

As you know, if you read yesterday's entry, my daughter B and her family made last minute plans to drop by Christmas day to have a short visit and light lunch, and pick up something I had for my daughter P that B was going to deliver.

What a gift this was to be to me!  I could not have been happier!

Christmas morning, I telephoned family in Europe and friends in Canada and USA (although, one call I made was in the afternoon, to one of my Facebook friends: J!). 

My daughter P called and wished me Merry Christmas.

Then, the phone rang, again.  It was B.  At first, the way she was talking, I thought she was going to tell me she was going to cancel out.

To my surprise, B explained that the reason she and family were going to her ex's Mom's for dinner, wasn't because she didn't want to be with me, but rather, it was because of baby A.  This was A's first (1st) Christmas. 

B reminded me of how even after her Dad and I were divorced, he would spend Christmas with us, so he could be with her and P, to celebrate.  She said that she did this with her husband after he left, until he moved to Ottawa area.

B felt that even though her ex (S) and she were not getting back together, it would be wrong for him to not be able to celebrate and be part of A's first (1st) Christmas.  Especially since A is his only child.

Still I thought B was leading up to telling me she was cancelling out for lunch, but I was wrong.

To my surprise, B told me that when S's Mom T found out I was going to be alone for Christmas, she insisted I needed to join them. 

Be still my heart!  I thought I'd pass out, hearing this.  I almost started to cry.  In fact, after I got off the phone, I did cry.  I'll explain why, later.

When B and family arrived, I thought my heart would burst, with happiness.  The boys all enjoyed the food and treats I had for them. 

While enjoying a bite together, I told B about what had happened when I shopped the afternoon Christmas Eve and how God had put it on my heart to purchase the items we were all enjoying, together!

Isn't it amazing how God works?!  He knew my need even before I did.  He put it on my heart to purchase those items!  In obedience, I did.  And, now he was rewarding me!  Talk about feeling blessed!

Later, as arranged, I drove myself to S's Mom's partyroom at her complex, along with plates of contribution to dinner. 

Along with my family and hers, including her other son R, we shared Christmas dinner with some of her friends.

To say God blessed me this Christmas is truly an understatement.  I could not have been happier, just knowing how God had blessed me, with family contact.  And, even sharing dinner with them!

Thank you, T.

There's another reason I felt so very blessed.  Earlier, I said I would tell you why, later.  Well, here it is. 

A few days ago, I had a telephone conversation with one of my Christian friends.  She had asked me if my children were truly saved, for she found it hard to believe that my children would want me, their Mom, a widow, to be alone on Christmas day, instead of celebrating with them.  She wondered where the fruit was in their lives.

There's more to be said about this, but not today.  I promise that I will explain, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

(More) Christmas with Family & Worship!

When I left off writing about Christmas Eve, I was at my daugher B's home.

Eventually, I had to leave, much to the dismay of my grandsons.  I let them know I would stay if I could, but I knew I had to be at church to worship and celebrate Jesus.

Not wanting to leave Christmas gifts in my vehicle while I was worshipping and celebrating the birth of my Saviour, I drove to P's home, to drop off the gifts I was bringing.

Arriving at church, I was absolutely shocked to see that I had no problem finding a parking spot.  Upon entering the sanctuary, I thought that it was because I was a few minutes early for our service that there weren't many people there, yet. 

More people did arrive, but I was actually disappointed to see the smaller than normal turnout to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, my Saviour.

Reviewing the programme, I was glad to see that Silent Night was the last Christmas carol to be sung, before the benediction.  Immediately, I made the decision to leave just as the song would begin.  And, that's exactly what I did. 

Why?  I didn't want to subject myself to any unnecessary pain, singing or hearing Gordon's favourite carol.  After all, I already felt sad about the prospect of spending Christmas day alone, once more, without my Gordon and without my family.

Since I sat in my normal seat at the back of the sanctuary just in front of the back door, it made it simple for me to slip out.  I don't believe anyone noticed, except for my friend A who I wished Merry Christmas to, before I left.  And, one person from our sound room, who was recording the service.

It only took a few minutes to reach my daughter P's.

Once again, we had a wonderful time celebrating Christmas and opening presents, together.  Just as earlier at B's, we enjoyed pie I had brought with me to share with my family.

I truly felt blessed being able to celebrate Christmas with my family, even if it was not as I had hoped.  Especially since it was on Christmas Eve!  It had been years since we gathered on Christmas Eve; normally, it would be a week or two (2) in advance of Christmas.

Knowing I am now a widow, I thought it would make a difference this year, especially since both my daughters knew I spent Christmas alone, last year.

To make sure we got plans made, I had discussions with my daughters, back in October about what we were doing to celebrate Christmas.  At the time, I could have booked my party room for our dinner. 

After asking for decisions a few times, I gave up.  I realized this wasn't as important to my daughters as it was to me.

While I tried to accept this.  It was difficult for me, especially since I knew I would be alone again, this year.

As I've mentioned in the past, it actually shocks me every time I think that my children still wanted to handle Christmas as had been done in the past.  In advance, with no visit or dinner on Christmas.

P and I realized that I had something at my apartment that she needed.  I let P know that B would be driving to Windsor's west side for Christmas dinner and suggested that we might be able to have B pick it up from me and bring it to P's home, enroute to her destination. 

Once home, I called B and asked if she would indeed stop by my apartment on Christmas day, pick up the package and deliver it to P's on her way to spend Christmas dinner with her ex and his family.  B said she would.

Then, I suggested that if she were dropping by, why not come in with her family and have a short visit.  I explained that God had led me to purchase items that I wouldn't have normally bought, since I was to be alone on Christmas day and would be happy to provide a light lunch, using these items.

To my surprise, B said she and her family would indeed, do this.  I was absolutely floored.  You could have blown me over with a feather! 

Hmmm...I wonder if it had anything to do with my grandson T, who kept commenting when we were together earlier in the day, that it wasn't right for me to spend Christmas, alone.  I had reminded T that I had been invited to friends' homes, but that I had refused all invitations, for I truly believe Christmas is a family day.  Why would I want to barge in on my friend's Christmas celebration with their family? 

Still, it did my heart good to know that T loved me and cared about me.  He's obviously growing up!  I love him...and all my grandchildren!  Children, too!

It did my heart good to also know that I would at least spend a short time with some of my family on Christmas day!  In fact, I could hardly sleep, just thinking about it. 

It seemed that my Christmas was going to be a merry one, after all!

Until next time...

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Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas with Family & Worship!

After attending my friend A's funeral and doing last minute shopping, I made sure I was packed up and ready to go!

I had three homes to visit, plus since it was Christmas Eve, I planned to attend our Christmas Eve worship service, at my church at 7:00 pm.

My first stop was my friend J's home.  J had a friend S with her, visiting from Toronto.  S is a Jewish woman, single like my friend J.  They had been next door best friends growing up and to this day remain so.  Isn't it wonderful when love carries on through life?!  I think so.

While I enjoyed a cup of tea and cookies with my friends, J & S worked on slicing and dicing veggies for a greek salad they were planning to serve during Christmas dinner.  I offered to help, but they refused. 

This was my only chance to see S, before she headed home.  S thanked me for the gift I gave her and presented me with a lovely dish filled with homemade goodies. 

The wrapping was exquisite.  When I commented on how professional the presentation was, S notified me that she had begun a new business.  I wish S all the best.  I have no doubt this business will succeed!

It's interesting to me to know that S keeps a Kosher home, in Toronto.  She has no intention of ever becoming a Christian.  Yet, she grew up next door to J and her very Christian family here in Windsor and celebrates Christmas with them, every year.  Amazing!  S, you may not want to hear or read this, but know that I pray for you.  Regularly.  May God bless you.

I just had a thought:  I wonder if S knows that we Christians are grafted in, to the family of God's Chosen People?  I'll have to ask her, one day!

Around 3:00 pm, I left J's and went to my daughter B's home, which is just a few minutes away from J's.

All B's five (5) children were home with her, so it was truly a blessing to me to celebrate Christmas with them.  While we didn't have dinner together, we did enjoy some pie I brought with me for all the family.  All except for baby A, who is too little yet to have any.

We opened presents together and had a great visit. 

B explained to me that she wasn't going to be home for Christmas dinner, for she and her family had been invited to her ex's Mom's, for dinner. 

I tried to not be hurt, thinking that she'd rather spend Christmas dinner with her ex's Mom, than with her own Mom, but it didn't work.  God has blessed me with the ability to not always show my hurt feelings.  I suppose it's because I've had a lot of practice, but I'm sure no one noticed.

After opening gifts, my eldest grandson T, asked me how I was celebrating, on Christmas day.  He asked if I was making dinner or going somewhere else.  I replied that I had no plans and wasn't making dinner.  I didn't want to go into a big, long explanation about how I believe Christmas is to be celebrated with family, so I didn't comment.

T was shocked and said that I shouldn't be alone.  This really surprised me that T would say something like this; he must be maturing, somewhat. 

After he commented again, I let T know that originally, I tried to make arrangements with both my daughters, but they both told me they just wanted to be with their own families on Christmas day, as they had in the past for so many years.  T spoke up claiming it was wrong for me to be alone.

In any case, that's how I left it.  I would be alone.

Since there is more to be said about Christmas Eve, and since I've written enough for today, this entry will continue, tomorrow. 

Until next time...

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Sunday, December 26, 2010

Listening to that Still, Small Voice...

Wednesday was filled tying up loose ends and writing.

Unfortunately, I had some bad news Wednesday.  My friend A, died.  Her only son K, called me to let me know. 

A had lived a very full life, until last year.  Her health began to fail and had to leave her apartment, in exchange for a nursing home bed.  It made me sad for her, when this happened, for A had always been an on-the-go type person.  Even at 91! 

The best part is that I know I'll see her again, for we had many talks about salvation through Jesus Christ.  She was a believer.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

On CTV, the old version of A Christmas Carol, with Alastair Sim as Scrooge was aired in the evening; I watched it.  How could I not?  It's long been a favourite of mine and Gordon's. 

Every year, as we watched, Gordon would quote the lines of Jacob Marley, Scrooge's partner who died at the beginning of the story including, "I wear the chain I forged in life! I made it link by link and yard by yard! I gartered it on of my own free will and by my own free will, I wore it!"

As I mentioned last Christmas, while in school, Gordon had played the part of Jacob Marley, in the play.  How I miss him, speaking the lines, along with the movie.

Thursday, I finished visiting and taking gifts to friends.  Knowing that I wouldn't see my friend K, on her birthday (Christmas Eve), I made sure she received her gift.

To be honest, I was beginning to feel rather sad.  Wondering how I was going to get through another Christmas, alone.  Last Christmas, I was alone.  God helped me through it; I was counting on Him to get me through this year, too. 

Friday, was Christmas Eve. 

Friday morning was my friend A's funeral, which I attended.  A had wished only family and close friends to attend, so that's what happened.  I said a few words in a Eulogy for A and sang.  I was honoured to do this in memory of my friend.  R.I.P. A; know that I will look forward to seeing you, again.

Knowing it was Christmas Eve and knowing I had much yet to do, I didn't attend the luncheon where everyone was to gather at a restaurant, after A's funeral.

Instead, I shopped for the last few things I felt I needed.  While shopping, I came across some items that I didn't usually purchase for myself.  God brought them to my attention.  I picked them up and returned each one to the shelf where I found it.

Then, I reconsidered.  In the past, God had done this to me.  Placed thoughts in my head of things I should do. 

For example, years ago, I can recall Him placing in my heart and mind that I should go visit a friend who was in hospital.  Not thinking my friend was seriously ill, and being rather busy at the time, I put it off.  Unfortunately, my friend died.

After this experience happened, I was more careful to listen to that inner voice, that sometimes placed other things on my heart and mind. 

Like one time, when I was shopping for a roast, I picked up a small roast, just big enough for Gordon and I, with leftovers for sandwiches.

Then, I had this overwhelming feeling I needed to purchase a much larger roast and picked one up.  As I was placing it back into the cooler, I could feel God encouraging me to not put it back, but rather to purchase the larger roast; so, I did. 

The day I cooked this larger roast, we had a phone call from some friends, who didn't live in Windsor, but were going to be in town.  They joined us for dinner!

Reflecting on what happened when I purchased that roast, I was glad I had listened to that still, small voice, that guided me.  There was plenty of roast, even for the large eaters that joined us for dinner!

So, at the store, in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, while considering purchasing these items that I don't normally buy, and thinking about these past experiences, I decided to allow God to lead me, even if it meant I would be either pigging out later in the week, or giving these food items away. 

After all, I trust Him, to lead me.  I'm not perfect at doing this, but I try to listen to that still, small voice, within me that guides me.

God never lets us down, if we trust Him.  He never lets me down.  For this, I will always be grateful.

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Happy Birthday, Jesus! Merry Christmas!

Today, is the day that we Christians celebrate the birth of our Saviour, Jesus Christ. 

Since we truly do not know what the actual date of Jesus' birth was, some people believe we should not celebrate His birth at this time, since this time of year was a pagan holiday, previously.

However, in my opinion, it matters not which day we celebrate Jesus' birth, as long as we celebrate it. 

After all, if He had not come to earth as a babe in a manger, fulfilling Old Testament prophecy, He could not have grown into the man who allowed Himself to hang on a tree, a wooden cross, die for the sins of the whole world, of all who will believe.  He wouldn't have been there, to fulfill God's prophecy and provide us with eternal life.

Whether or not you agree with me is of no consequence, for I will celebrate my Lord's birth and be grateful He died for me.  Know that I will pray for you, whether you are a believer, or not.

Happy Birthday, Jesus! 
I pray you will enjoy this talented, little girl's gift to you: 
She knows Jesus is the real gift and reason for the season!

Merry Christmas to all those I know and love, here on earth and who are in heaven, including my love, brother, Glenn...and my friend Anne K. who went to be with her Lord, December 22nd, 2010. 

I was touched by this Youtube clip; may you be touched by it, too:

Merry Christmas, friends...

Until next time...

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Truth About Christmas! Merry Christmas Eve!

It may be Christmas Eve, but many forget to invite the reason for the season, to their celebrations.  It seems that people sometimes fail to remember that it was Christ who died for the sins of the whole world, for all who will believe.

Since we live in satan's domain, it is not surprising that many seem to worship Santa Claus, instead of Jesus.

Recently, I received the following from my friend W, at a 50+ group luncheon.  Thank you for providing this to me; may God bless you, richly.  Enjoy!

Why Is Jesus Better Than Santa Claus?

Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.

Santa rides a sleigh.
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on water.

Santa fills your stockings with goodies.
JESUS supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited.
JESUS stands at your door and knocks; and then, enters your heart when invited.

Santa comes but once a year.
JESUS is an ever-present help.

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly.
JESUS has a heart full of love.

While Santa puts gifts under your tree.
JESUS became our gift and died on a tree...
the Cross.

My friend J, who works at the cemetary, gave me something that she thought would provide consolation to me.  I thank J for this; I'm not sure it provides me with consolation, but I know that the love behind the gift, is heart-warming to me.  Thank you, J.  May God bless you, always.

Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees, around the world,
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Chrismas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many songs, that people hold so dear,
But the sound of the music can't compare, with the Christmas choir up here.
For I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear an angel sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away, we are really not apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear,
And be glad, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory, of my undying love
For after all, love is a gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.

So please love and help each other, as my Father said to do,
For I cannot count the blessings, or the love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I can't tell you of the splendour, or the peace here in this place,
Can you just imagine Christmas, with our Saviour face-to-face?
I will ask Him to lift your spirits, as I tell Him of your love,
So then, pray for one another, as you lift your eyes above.

This Youtube clip touched my heart; I hope you enjoy it!

Please, always keep CHRIST in CHRISTmas.

"For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." (John 3:16) 

One day, I hope to see you, in heaven, friend.  One day, I'll be there, with my Gordon, my brother Glenn, my granddaughter Katherine, as well as other family and friends. 

       Merry Christmas!

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Busy-ness of Christmas!

Leading up to Christmas can be stressful. 

One thing is for sure.  I am so very grateful that I shop all year, for I truly cannot stand the hustle and bustle that precedes Christmas!  The crowds, parking problems, etc. do nothing for me.

On Sunday, after celebrating P's birthday, together we had to go to a store at the mall.  The parking situation made me wonder if we would find a space, so I prayed about it, as we were lined up about to enter the parking area. 

God answered my prayer!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!  There it was...the ONLY parking spot available and it was right in my eyesight as we approached the entrance.  It sure made me happy!

The crowds inside almost bowled me over.  Not to mention, that employees working there must have been hired for Christmas help only, for no one seemed to know where we should go to find the item we were looking for, for P.

Eventually, we found that there weren't any of the items like the one P wanted, so off we went.  It didn't take long to realize it would be more difficult leaving the mall, than it was to enter it!

Car after car, after car, pulled up behind me, to stop and wait for an opening to the main aisle leading to the mall's exit.  After a several cars, all of whom I am sure saw my back-up lights on, I actually honked my horn.  Eventually, only after traffic finally cleared, did I manage to back out and follow the rest of the traffic out of the mall.

And, you wonder why I hate going to any mall at this time of year!  Oh well, forgive me Lord, if I wasn't as patient as I should have been.

Monday was filled with shopping for groceries, but not for gifts, thankfully. 

In the evening, I met with past clients who are also future clients.  We've become friends over the years.  Hopefully, they enjoyed our time together, as much as I did.

Tuesday, happy that Christmas shopping, etc. was done, I attended a planning meeting at church for the 50+ group, along with several of my friends.  Again, this was truly a pleasure.

In the evening, I baked and iced 80 cupcakes!  Although two (2) of them got damaged, when I dropped them.  No, I wasn't hungry.  lol  I was preparing dessert for Wednesday!

Pastor B, from the small church group I attend from time to time, had invited me to join his group for a Christmas dinner.  I had agreed to join them and bring dessert.  Hence, the 78 cupcakes I took with me!

Prior to having dinner, we all answered a Biblical quiz.  I felt so badly about winning the quiz, that I actually gave Pastor B back the gift he offered me, to use for another occasion.  It was fun!

Dinner was delicious!  Ham, potatoes, yams, beans, corn, buns, etc.  Mmmm...good!  Followed by the cupcakes for dessert.

Afterwards, Pastor B once again put me on the spot, by asking me to lead music.  Do I mind, really?  No.  Although it would be nice to be prepared in advance.  Hmmm... I think in the future, I will have to prepare myself, just in case! :-))

All in all, I believe a good time was had by everyone.  May God bless you richly, Pastor B, for reaching out to those in this poor community.

Afterwards, I rushed over to my friend M's home.  She's getting married in May; I'll be singing at her wedding.  I thought I was supposed to meet with M and some of her female friends, to make favours, etc.

M had decided to make favours on the 28th, planning instead to have everyone who would be participating in the wedding, meet each other, at this evening's gathering.  Nice idea!  We sat around her diningroom table chatting, enjoying fellowship and snacking as desired.

One thing I can say for sure, is that God has made sure I haven't had time to be bored and/or feeling alone, as so many do at this time of year.  I've just been worn out!

Father, You alone know the plans You have for each of us, plans to prosper us, Your children...and not harm us, to give us hope and a future.  Father, I pray in a special way for each person who is alone at this time of year.  It can not only be a lonely time, but for those who feel lonely, even among groups of people, it can be a depressing time.  Father, lift each of Your children up, encourage them, provide for them, be all they need at this time of year.  I thank You for this and pray this in Jesus' precious name.  Amen.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Happy Birthday, P!

P, forgive me for posting this later than your birthday.  As you can see, I've fallen rather behind in my activity postings.

Sunday, December 19th was my youngest daughter P's birthday!  Her birthday officially arrived at 10:10 am.

I'll never forget the day of P's birth.  I had been in labour throughout the evening before.  A tremendous snowstorm had arrived.  About 6:00 am, I spoke with my doctor, who told me I should probably go to the hospital earlier than normal, due to the storm.  He wanted to make sure I arrived safely.

Arriving at the hospital, I settled in, watching the flakes come bounding down.  About 10:00 am, I was told that my labour was slowing down and I would probably be in labour there, all day.  After being told this, the doctor left my room.

Within a minute or two I sat up with a start, calling for the doctor.  In short order I was on a guerney, being wheeled into the operating room, where an epidural was administered.  My doctor did this in an effort to control the birthing process, because during the birth of my first child I delivered naturally, but with many problems afterwards.

When P was born, I cried.  My doctor thought it was because I was hoping for a son, but the truth was I was hoping for another daughter.  My tears were tears of joy, for God had answered my prayer!

Here I am holding P, celebrating Christmas at a relative's home, just a few days after P was born.

Not the best pic ever taken, but this clearly shows P loved to smile!

P and Mom (me), the day of her christening.  Isn't she a doll?!

P, with big sister, B.  This pic is somewhat faded, but heartfelt to me.
(I made their outfits!)
P in a school photo.
P and I enjoyed the ruins at Tulum, Mexico on her 16th birthday!  We enjoyed this day and the whole cruise.

My beautiful P's Facebook pic.

P blowing out her birthday candles, with her son (my grandson) S, looking on.

One of the things I remember most about you as a child P, was that you always wanted to be second (2nd).  Why?  I do not know.  While you may be my second (2nd) daughter, you really are a first (1st) prize!

Happy Birthday, P!  May all your dreams come true!

Dear Heavenly Father,  You are the most wonderful God.  You know all our needs, even before we do.  You have blessed me with such a wonderful daughter.  Father, as you know, P is arthritic and suffers from LUPUS.  I pray it is Your will to heal her, not just control the disease, but actually, fully and completely heal her.  You told us that by Jesus' stripes we are healed.  You are the great physician for whom all things are possible, so we are trusting You for the outcome.  We pray You will bless P throughout her life and provide for her and her family, always.  We ask these things in Jesus' precious name and thank You in advance.  Amen.

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Grandma's Blessings and Answered Prayer!

Saturday night, my grandsons and I went to bed about 11:30 pm.  It seemed both J & A were asleep in quick order.  What a blessing it was to have them stay with me, overnight!  Thank You, Lord!

I awoke early, for I wanted to shower, etc., before the boys awoke.  They were so tired, they didn't really want to get up, when it was time for them to do so.  Breakfast was an encouragement, of course!

My grandsons helped me carry some things down to my van, when we left for church.  You see, while it was my Lord's Day, it was also Sunday, December 19th; my daughter P's birthday!  Happy Birthday, P!

J carried the bag of items I was taking to church, A carried his Aunt P's birthday gift bag and I carried the cake I had baked and decorated, early Saturday morning, before the boys and I spent the day together.

Off we went.  On the way to church, I stopped at the cemetary, at Gordon's grave.  A & J stayed in the car, while I went to Gordon's grave.

It was shocking to see footprints in the snow, leading to his grave.  It was even more shocking to see that someone had brushed off the snow from Gordon's side of the grave marker!  Who did this?  Unless God reveals it to me, I suppose I'll never know. 

For sure, someone did.  After all, there were a few inches of snow covering the area like a white blanket.  Then, all of a sudden, our grave marker was partially cleared of snow, so that Gordon's name could be read. 

Not in a haphazard manner, either.  It was neatly cleared, from each edge of the marble underneath the marker, to the middle, where his side ended.  His wreath was still in place.  Nothing touched or damaged.  Weird, for sure!

Looking for a clue as to who had done this, I looked at the tracks in the snow.  Nope, they were not a woman's, for they were too large and wide for a woman.  They were definitely a man's print. 

Lord, if it is Your will, I pray You will reveal to me, who did this.  Lord, You know that I am not concerned or angry, but rather, it would be an encouragement to me to know that someone else cared enough for Gordon to visit his grave.  I pray it is Your will to reveal this truth to me and I thank You, in advance for this.  In Jesus' name I pray.  Amen.

Driving to church, we had some discussions.  Both grandsons were nervous; they hadn't been to church in about four (4) years, J told me.  I reassured them that it would be a good experience for them, but still they seemed nervous.

Arriving at church, I found out the classroom A (8) would participate in Sunday School with.  On the way to the room, A once again complained, asking why he needs to go to school on Sunday! 

At J.L.'s room, I explained to her that A had never been to Sunday School and was very nervous.  She excitedly assured A that he had picked a great day to come to Sunday School, for the group was having a Christmas party!

J was a different story.  Being 12, he was to remain in the sanctuary with me and wasn't too happy about it.  He wished he could attend Sunday School with A.

J sat between myself and a friend of mine, L.  Between L and I, we both helped J to find scripture passages that were being discussed.  He was able to read along and understand what our Pastor was saying.

Throughout the service, I silently prayed that God would bless both my grandsons, save them and raise them to be true-blue Godly men, who would honour Jesus! 

At the end of our worship service, J turned to me with wide eyes and asked me why it was over so soon!  Talk about an answer to prayer! 

A, came out of his classroom with arms filled with gifts he had won, by playing games.  Joyously, he too excitedly commented that he loved it and wanted to come back!

Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!  Answered prayer, for certain!  Now, I must pray that God will make a way for them to return to church with me in the future.  If you believe in prayer, I ask you to pray for this.  And, I thank you, very much.  May God bless you, now and always.

After lunch at Burger King (their choice), we made our way to P's home, where a relative picked up A & J to spend time with another family member.  I had hoped they would be able to stay with me at their Aunt P's home, to celebrate her birthday and have some cake, but it didn't work out that way.

I cannot tell you what good it did my heart, to spend time with these two (2) grandchildren of the many I have.  My prayer continues for each grandchild and for my great-grandchildren.  Both Gordon's and mine, for together, they are all ours.

Thank You, Father, for the many blessings I received over this weekend.  Thank You, for the time I was able to spend with my grandsons.  I pray it is Your will, for them to spend time with me, on a more regular basis, including being able to attend church with me.  I am trusting You for this, because I believe it is Your will that they be saved.  Thank You, in advance, Father.  I pray this in Jesus' name.  Amen.

Until next time...

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Monday, December 20, 2010

Grandma's Blessing...

Grandsons J & A with volunteer at Park House museum, Amherstburg, ON, Canada Dec. 18/10

Wow!  Am I behind discussing my activities!  Yesterday, I spoke about being with friends on Friday night, enjoying the lights tour of Amherstburg.

In case you aren't aware, Amherstburg is not a very large town; in fact, now that that it has expanded regionally, I'm not sure how many people live there, but before the expansion into regional government, there was only about 5,000 or so people, so the town itself is not very large.

Did this stop them from creating a wonderful Christmas lights display throughout town?  No!  Honestly, you'd have to see it, to understand.  Hopefully, they will do this again next year.

Recently, my daughter B told me that my grandson J wanted to spend a day and stay overnight with me.  I'm surprised you didn't have to pick me up off the floor that day!  Of course, you know I said I would love to do this!  This was a first for me, believe it or not.

Well, Saturday was the day.  Knowing how beautiful the light display was in Amherstburg, I decided we would spend afternoon and early evening, there.

Upon picking up J (12), his younger brother A (8) complained that he wasn't coming with me, too.  After the parental permission was given, both my grandsons climbed into my van.  Off we went!

It was still light at this time in mid afternoon, so we drove around the area.  I gave history lessons enroute (lol)!

Along the old Hwy. #18 (Front Road), we followed the river towards Amherstburg.  Along the way, I showed my grandsons a home that Gordon's Great-grandfather had built, way back when Fort Malden was still being used as a fort. 

Over time, after the Fort was no longer needed for it's original purpose of defending Canada (oops...I should have said 'Upper Canada'), the land that the fort encompassed was reduced.  Today, it is used as an historical museum.

Back in it's hayday, Fort Malden played a part in the war of 1812.  I won't give a history lesson, here; you can google it for yourself.

However, after the fort was no longer needed for defense purposes and only required a small amount of land for museum purposes, the new fencing outlining the new perimeter of the fort reduced the land size. 

The homes that had once been inside the perimeter of the original fort remained where they stood, but were then considered 'outside the fort'.  After the downsizing of land mass, Gordon's family's home was directly across the street from the fort, until the high school needed to build an addition to house a new gymnasium.

Rather than tear down this historical home, it was moved down river, to where it is located, today.

A number of years ago, Gordon and I wanted to take a photo of the home and knocked on the door, to obtain permission.  Not only did the current owner agree, but invited us inside to see the main floor areas.  Wow!  What a blessing!  We saw the original tin ceiling in the kitchen, original built-in cabinets in the diningroom and all the main floor coziness that Gordon's G-grandpa had built. 

Getting back to my grandsons, we visited Park House museum, built in the 1700's in Detroit and shipped by boat/barge to Amherstburg in the 1800's (google this for info, please). 

The volunteer gave us a wonderful tour.  A & J particularly enjoyed the children's toy room upstairs, for the volunteer allowed them to play some of the old games and run the newest addition to the room, the railroad system (see photo above). 

Here are some other pics (yes, the volunteer allowed these and helped my grandsons with accessories):

J wearing an 1800's felt hat at Park House Museum, Amherstburg Dec. 18/10

A, wearing a water bucket yoke at Park House Museum, Amherstburg Dec. 18/10

J (front) & A playing with toys at Park House Museum, Amerstburg Dec. 18/10

We saw some sights around Amherstburg.  I showed them where the old Boblo dock was, where their Mom accompanied me and other family members in catching the Boblo boat to go across to Boblo Island, where there used to be an amusement park.  We also saw where the river becomes Lake Erie.  Of course, we had a late afternoon snack!

At 5:00 pm, the Gingerbread warming house was open, so we went inside and enjoyed the crafts going on.  Again, more snacks, for they served cookies and apple cider.  A participated in making himself a reindeer hand puppet!

We had a good time.  When it was dark enough, we drove around the historical area, seeing the old Navy Yard and other areas beautifully lit up.  All were happy seeing the beautiful light displays.

We all agreed that the park was absolutely gorgeous, for it was jam packed with light displays of every kind.  There were a few we all agreed were especially nice, like the 'swing' display, 'Santa and his sleigh/reindeer' and especially the multiple 'fireworks' display (just to name a few!).

Making our way back to Grandma's, we drove through LaSalle.  My daughter B texted me with the address of the home she told me has a computerized light system (very expensive, to be sure!), similar to ones I've seen on Youtube. 

Until B told me about this home, I didn't know they had a light show!  The address turned out to be a neighbour of my good Christian friends A & K.

Yes, we visited for a few minutes with A & K, where my grandsons played joyfully with little W, before heading out to my van, turning on the radio to the advertised station address, and watching the amazing light display while listening to the music.

If you're interested, you can do this, yourself.  The address is: 550 Kenwood, LaSalle, ON.  Enjoy!

We made our way back to Windsor, stopped at a pizza place the boys enjoy pizza from and went 'home' for the night.  My daughter B dropped by with clean clothes for church in the morning and enjoyed some pizza with us.

Together, my grandsons and I played a game of Skipbo; no, I won't tell you who won!  lol  Then, as showers were being had, colouring velvet art was enjoyed.  We made up the bed of my hide-a-bed couch for A & J; then, we all hit the sack.  11:30 pm, it was!

What a wonderful blessing this was to me!  I praise God and thank Jesus for this blessing.  It made me realize that God has a purpose for me staying in this area, for I had been considering leaving Windsor.  This is a topic for another day. 

Again, Father I thank You for answered prayer and for blessing me, especially at this lonely time of year.  I pray You will wrap Your loving arms around each person who is grieving, or feeling lonely, down, depressed, abandoned, rejected and/or unloved; lift each one up, encourage them and help them to know that You love them and are there for them.  Help us all to rely on You and You, alone.  To be still and know You are God.  In Jesus' name I pray.  Amen.

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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Breathing Deeply...

Friday was actually quite a unique day.  Yesterday, I mentioned about the fun I had with friends J & B, at Franco's restaurant.  But, in the evening I did something I never dreamed I would ever do.

I went for a ride on a school bus.  Gasp!

You read correctly!  It was shocking to me, too.  If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that in 1980, I was driving a school bus in Brampton, had just dropped off 53 children and was hit by a tractor-trailer driver, who had admittedly been awake too long, had taken pills to stay awake and apologized to me, for...stopping and only having a few beer, before passing out and entering the intersection, hitting my bus and narrowly missing colliding with another bus in the intersection, filled with children.

You'll also know that I indeed did try to go back to work, once I thought I was capable of doing so.  Unfortunately, I could not handle it physically, nor emotionally.  And, still suffer from the effects of this collision.

But, be a passenger on a school bus?  Never!

Okay, while in Europe, Gordon and I travelled on a Eurolines' bus (sort of like our Greyhound bus) from time to time, which is actually a coach, not a school bus.  But, actually get on a school bus, again?  Wow!  Believe me, it wasn't easy.

In fact, I had no intention of doing this, but my Amherstburg friends A and K & B, kept insisting I needed to join them and the other seniors from Harrow Baptist Church for their tour of Christmas lights.  They actually wore me down, until I gave in to their request.

I must admit, I was apprehensive about doing this, after agreeing to do so.  In fact, I almost called and backed out.  In my heart of hearts, I knew that they wanted to help make my time more full, rather than feeling empty, as I had been feeling.  So, I went.

Arriving at Harrow Baptist Church, exactly at 6:30 pm, the bus was running.  It seemed everyone was in the church and not on the bus, except for one sole man that I sat in front of.  Just after I was seated, everyone else climbed aboard.  Believe me when I say that I was practicing deep breathing, in an effort to stay as relaxed as possible, under the circumstances.  Even so, my heart was in my throat.

My friend A had her husband N with her, so they were a couple; as were my friends K & B, who sat across the aisle from me.  At first I felt rather alone.  I had thought of this; feeling like a fifth (5th) wheel.  It would have been nice if I was part of a couple, and not a solo.  But, God helped me.  As it turned out, I didn't feel left out.

Then, the man behind me spoke with me and I realized I had known J years earlier.  J was quite a talker.  In fact, he carried most of the conversation going, near me.

We enjoyed Christmas lights in the area and made our way into Amherstburg for the special Christmas Lighting programme the town was exhibiting.   Beautiful.  Just beautiful.

We stopped at the apartment of one of the church members, who lived in town.  There, about 30 of us enjoyed refreshments and a time of fellowship.  We sang Christmas carols and basically just enjoyed ourselves, before returning to Harrow.

Thank you A, K & B for talking me into joining you and your church group.  Even though the bus issue and singing Silent Night twice, was stressful, I know it was good for me to have done this.  God helped me through it and I am grateful.  Thank you.  May God bless you, richly.

God is in control.  He's in control of everything.  Even when we feel like things are out of control.  Praise God.  Thank You, Jesus.

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 18, 2010


As you know, Thursday I attended a funeral for a church brother.

Afterwards, instead of returning to my church for a time of fellowship and a meal, I met my friend J at Franco's restaurant on Tecumseh Rd. and Lincoln.

J met me in time for a late lunch.  Our luncheon had been planned prior to the funeral I needed to attend.  Because J was expecting a visitor from Toronto this weekend, who would be visiting past Christmas, we really couldn't reschedule our planned luncheon to celebrate Christmas, together.

For some reason, J and I never run out of things to talk about, whenever we meet.  Time just seems to fly.  In fact, we spent over two (2) hours eating and visiting with each other.

As we got up to leave, I commented to one of the servers that if we stayed any longer, they might decide to charge us rent!  Her reply was rather humerous.  She commented that we could stay right up to closing time if we wanted to; if we decided to hang out past closing, we'd be able to find somewhere in the building to bunk for the night.

Well, we didn't have any intention of doing this, so we thanked everyone for a great meal and I paid the bill. 

Outside, J commented about how dirty my van was, especially at the rear window.  She wanted to draw a happy face on it!  Pleading with her to not do this, she laughed and we sort of played tag out in the parking lot, until we got so cold, we decided to get in our vehicles and go our separate ways.

Normally, I would attend prayer and Bible study on Thursday evening, but I didn't that day, for a couple of reasons.  Truly, I was exhausted by the time evening arrived.  But, of even greater concern to me was the fact that even though I wasn't desperate for gasoline, I decided since it was cold, I should fill my tank, but couldn't.

Twice I stopped to fill up my van's gas tank.  At both locations, I found the gas station pumps were shut down.  No gasoline. 

Apparently, due to the snowstorm that caused havoc on Hwy. #402 (London to Sarnia) a couple of days earlier, tankers were stranded.  This meant that they weren't able to maintain their schedule of delivering gasoline.  So, Windsor area experienced shortages that caused stations to close.

Not knowing for sure when supplies would resume, I didn't want to take a chance on becoming too low in fuel, with no access to replenish my tank.  So, I stayed home.

Actually, I had tons of work to finish, so it worked out well for me, even though I felt like I was not honouring God the way I normally do.

Friday, I was able to finish my gift wrapping.  And, made the last of my delivery/visits that I do every year. 

However, part of the day seemed like an instant replay of the day before.  I picked up B and together, we met my cemetary friend J, for Franco's!

The servers knew I was returning there, for I had let them know on Thursday, when I had been there with J.  Even so, jokes flew when they saw me enter with different friends.

One server even asked me if I found somewhere to sleep in the building!  :-)) 

Together, we three enjoyed delicious meals and a wonderful time of fellowship.  Yes, it was another extended lunch time, but it was well worth it.  Thank you J, for treating me to lunch.  I enjoyed this gift to me.  I'm blessed...

Lord, I am thankful for my friends, who are so loving and supportive of me. 

I'm sure I don't have to say this, but even though I enjoy eating at Franco's, I certainly hope it will be some time before I return.  If not, they may charge me rent!

Until next time...

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Friday, December 17, 2010

A Mile In My Shoes...

Yesterday, was a stressful day.  Yes, I have been very busy, but that's not why it was a stressful day.

My heart goes out to my fellow church sister S, whose husband B died; yesterday, was his funeral.

When I approached S at B's casket, I hugged her and told her how sorry I was hearing of B's death.  S replied to my comment, saying, "Me, too."

Now, to most people this wouldn't sound strange, but to me, it made my heart jump, for that is exactly what I said to people, when they made comments to me about being sorry hearing of Gordon's death. 

When I told S I had been praying for her and would continue doing so, she told me that she has now joined a select group, of which I am a member.  She commented that I know what she is going through, for I've already gone through it.  Unfortunately, S is now walking a mile in my shoes.

Gone through it, I have.  In fact, I am still going 'through it'.  Grief, is not easy.  Grief, is not kind.  My heart broke for S.

The heartbreaking part of B's funeral yesterday, is the fact that S will begin her suffering, now.

Yes, we are all happy B is in heaven with Jesus, just as we were all happy Gordon went to be in heaven with Jesus, when he died. 

Being happy, grateful and even joyful about knowing our loved ones are with our Lord is truly a blessing.  The only trouble is, life goes on.  And, on...and on...and on.

Life as a widow is extremely lonely.  No one, not even the best of friends, can fill the gap that was filled by a loving spouse.

Watching and hearing S speak with others yesterday, reminded me of where I was just 14 months ago.  I could hardly contain my tears.

Oh my friends, especially my Christian friends have been a wonderful support to me.  I am truly grateful for the love and support I have received from them.  The worst part for S, will probably be battling with being lonely, also.

From experience, I can tell you that no matter how busy a widow is, loneliness is still a major issue.

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL), you will realize that I have literally been rushed off my feet, these last few weeks, yet I am still burdened, feeling lonely.

In my opinion, keeping busy does not overcome the feeling of being lonely.  I can be surrounded by people, busy as can be, and still feel lonely.

My prayer for S, is that she receive support and love from her family, including her step-children.  Not having support like this, I believe has contributed to my problem of feeling lonely.  After all, everyone needs to feel loved.

We are only human.  Love is part of life.  When love is absent or rare in a person's life, like mine, it makes me wonder what on earth God could ever use me for.

In my opinion, rejection, lack of love and understanding could easily lead a person to dispair.  I'm grateful that I am well grounded with my Lord, for I know that the only true love I have is from Him.

Yes, I am grateful for the love my friends show me, for I know that the love I receive from them, comes not only from them, themselves, but also from God, for my friends who have been so loving and supportive, are Christian.  Thank You, Lord for blessing me.

Now, it's my turn to show love and support to all three (3) of my friends who have recently become widows.  Two (2) at least, are saved Christians. 

May God bless and provide healing for each friend who is experiencing the heartbreak of grief.

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Friends...and Freedom!

While my sleep pattern had been improving recently, last night wasn't great.  Climbing under the covers, I was sure I'd drop off to sleep, before my head hit the pillow.  This didn't happen.  In fact, I was up until after 3:30 am, before I finally conked out.  Morning definitely came early!

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll know that I've been not just virtually, but in reality, rushed off my feet.  Rarely a minute to spare, in fact.

Yesterday, among the list of many things to do, I made sure I brought some dessert to church, for it was time for our 50+ monthly meeting/luncheon. 

My friends A, K & B, from Amherstburg, met me there.  In fact, they arrived just before me!  Last evening, I posted a photo of A, K & B, on Facebook (FB); I'm including the same pic, here in LwL.

We had a really good time together.  Not just because we shared a delicious turkey dinner, either!  We always seem to enjoy ourselves, when we meet.  Thank you, friends.  I'm blessed!

G & M, who used to worship at my church, but now worship elsewhere, were in attendance, also.  G showed us pics of their trip to Israel.  Wow! 

This is one of my hearts desires and would be a dream come true for me.  Imagine seeing where Jesus was born, and travelling the areas He travelled.  What a blessing this would be!

If Gordon were alive and well, we would probably have travelled there, even though Gordon always felt that there isn't a need to travel to Israel, for we will one day be there with Jesus.  I know we probably would have gone, because he loved to travel with me and always said he would go anywhere with me, as long as he could fly and ride on trains!

Actually, I have been mulling it over.  Travelling, I mean.  I'd like to see Greece, then Turkey, travel through Syria, to Jordan, to Egypt and finally arrive in Israel.  Is it only a dream?  Only God knows. 

One thing is for sure.  I would have to be able to have a fair amount of time off, in order to do this!  Besides, travelling like this alone, in these countries, is probably not a good idea.  At least that's what some friends tell me.

Like my friend M, who just remarried this year.  M had been married previously, to an Islamic man.  In fact, being raised Catholic, she had to give up her religion and become Muslim, in order to marry him.

M and her first (1st) husband actually lived in Jordan, for a time.  She admitted to me that she will never, ever, set foot in a middle-eastern country, again.  M was adamant that I should not travel to any of these countries, alone.

While living in Jordan, M had to be totally covered, as like all Muslim women where she was living.  She told me that not long after arriving in Jordan she had a gut-wrenching experience. 

Apparently, she and her husband, accompanied by her husband's brother (her brother-in-law) visited an open market, that was being protected by armed people.  Her husband wandered off to see something.  Her brother-in-law was close by.  Close enough to see what transpired and save her.

Please understand, at this point in time, M didn't speak much of the language, being Canadian and basically only English speaking. 

Even though she was covered, a strand of her somewhat bouncy hair fell out beyond the veil/scarf she was wearing.  M found herself surrounded by six (6) men, with their machine guns aimed at her.

These armed guards were either going to shoot her or arrest her.  Since she couldn't understand what they were saying and therefore couldn't explain properly, she was terrified.

Would you be terrified if a half dozen machine gunned weilding men were yelling at you?  Hmmm...I wonder.

In any case, her husband did not see what had happened, but her brother-in-law did.  He came to her rescue, explaining to the armed men the situation.  These protectors of Islam were insisting they were going to arrest her and/or kill M.

In order to save her, M's brother-in-law began beating her up, to show the gun-weilding enforcers that he had control over her, pleading for her, explaining that she didn't know better.

Eventually, they freed her.  Freedom. there really any freedom in countries ruled by Islam?  Apparently, only for some.  Not for women, for sure.

Even though I would like to see places where Paul taught/preached and where Christianity began and developed, I suppose the best thing I could do, is pray about travelling in that neck of the woods, especially alone. 

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Making Headway!

This morning, I didn't lay in bed for more than an hour after waking.  The trouble was, I kept hoping I'd go back to sleep, considering I awoke about three (3) hours early, but couldn't drift off.  So, up I got and began my day earlier than normal.

While I love Christmas and the season surrounding it, I never cease to be amazed at how much work there is to be done.  Today, I feel like I have truly made headway.  Hopefully, I'll be ready, soon.

You'll probably think I'm crazy, but with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, and being busy with work at this time of year, I shop all year long.  You may wonder what I do with my purchases.

Well, I have a system I use.  I have boxes that I have numbered.  They all stack nicely, for they are the same size.  Thanks to my friend J, who supplied them to me, when I moved into the apartment.

I have a list of each box number and what the contents are.  This way, if I need to get something out of a box, I just look on my list, find the item, note the box number and voila!  There it is!

This is my usual system.  Unfortunately, last year, when Gordon was so sick, hospitalized twice and died, I was lax in keeping up my list.  This year, I am paying the price. 

This meant that I had to carry all boxes into my livingroom, to sort things out, so I could make headway with my gifts for customers, friends and even family.

While this may sound easy, and it may be for some people, I must say that it is very hard work for me, physically.  Still, with God's help, I managed a while back.

Today, I finished sorting out gifts and have the last of them awaiting wrapping, now. 

In addition, I took inventory of the rest of the contents of my boxes and made a new list. 

Now, I will be okay, as long as I keep up the good work!  :-))  Still, I feel like I have truly made headway concerning all the work I have to do for Christmas!

Once I finished reorganizing, I returned all boxes to their storage location.  At first, I thought I wouldn't do it today, because I am still hurting from shovelling a few days ago.  And, don't forget, I am Rheumatoid Arthritic (Ankylosing Spondylitis). 

I decided I really just wanted to have my home look more like a home, so I prayed and my Lord helped me once again carry those boxes and store them. 

Oh I ever hurting, physically!  In fact, I could hardly walk, tonight to do my laundry.

Yes, you read right!  This evening, about suppertime, I decided to do my laundry, as I will be very busy over the next few days.  At least the deed is done!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Now, I pray it is God's will to take away my pain!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010


For some reason, I didn't sleep very well the last couple of nights.  It seemed I couldn't stay asleep.  Just kept waking up.

You would think after shovelling snow Sunday night, that I would have been so tired, that I would have slept like a log, but it didn't happen. 

In fact, I was in so-o much pain, I could hardly get to sleep.  Not to mention the cramping I've had since.  Oh well.  That's life!  At least, that's my life.

Yesterday, I met with my friend A for lunch.  Well, actually, since my mechanic is located just around the corner from where A lives, we met at my mechanic's.  My van was overdue for an oil change and I needed an interior light changed, for it was burned out.  Thank you A, for both chauffeuring me to and from my mechanic's and for celebrating your birthday and Christmas with me.

Together, we celebrated A's birthday by feasting at Red Lobster, for lunch.  We enjoyed a delicious meal and a great time of fellowship.  Happy Birthday (for Wednesday) A!

It's a rather melancholy time of the year for me and other widows, but even more so for my friend A.  My heart breaks for her.  Tomorrow may be her birthday, but today is the anniversary of her husband's death. 

I know how hard it is for her, for I know how much she loved and still loves and misses her husband, B.  Anyone who thinks it is easy to get on with life, doesn't have a clue about reality. 

A, know that I prayed for you, today.  May God bless you, lift you up, encourage you and help you through this heartbreaking time.  May God be with, and restore you, me and all widows/widowers who are lonely and still grieving.

Today, I had to be home between 1:00 - 6:00 pm.  Bell Canada (BC) was sending out a technician to repair my internet problem.  The problem was I couldn't get on-line!

Over the last few weeks, I had experienced some problems I had never had to contend with, before.  Sometimes, I was on-line and I thought my computer froze up, but I quickly realized it wasn't my computer freezing up, it was a case that my internet would cut out.  Getting connected again, was a problem at times, but not as bad as it had been the last couple of days.

Previously, I had thought about contacting BC, but I absolutely hate contacting them, especially when I don't get connected to BC, but instead get connected usually with BI (Bell India)!  Please know that I mean no harm to anyone from India when I say this. 

It's really just that when I call Bell Canada, I expect to get Bell Canada.  While I am glad that BC is providing employment for people in India, I must say that I think it is a shame all the same, that they are not employing people right here at home, in Canada.  After all, we have unemployed people here, too.

Last night, after posting my Life with Lynnie entry, my internet died and I couldn't get on-line again, at all!  So, I called BC.  Don't faint!  I actually got Bell Canada!  They checked the line and told me there was definitely a problem and would send a technician out, today.

Technician B arrived after 5:00 pm and once he fixed the problem by changing my modem (because the old one was dead) told me that the line coming into my unit was a great one and suggested I contact Bell, to find out why my service is actually working more slowly than it should. 

I suppose after I get sorted around for Christmas and once I have some time, I'll have to do this.

As soon as BC's technician B left, I came on-line to write this entry.  Yea!  My internet has been restored!  Thank you, B; may God bless you, richly!

Until next time...

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Monday, December 13, 2010

Silent Night...

There was something I meant to mention, yesterday.  When I wrote yesterday's entry, I didn't think I would speak about this, but today, I've decided to let you know about it.

It has to do with God helping me to deal with an issue that may not seem important to some, but it sure is important to me.  It has to do with the Christmas Carol:  Silent Night.

When my Gordon was alive, he absolutely loved this carol.  In fact, whenever it was sung, he'd have tears in his eyes.  It meant a lot to him.  I used to love to sing it for him, for he loved it, so much.

Since Gordon died, I haven't been able to sing it.  In fact, now whenever I hear Silent Night, I begin to cry.  I don't believe I mentioned this previously, but on the evening of Christian Singles' Cafe Christmas pizza party in November, my friend J had the carol on our song sheet. 

When J began to play the music, I began to cry.  I don't believe anyone noticed, which is good.  I just couldn't be around to hear it, so I left the Fellowship room and went to the Ladies' room, until I thought the carol was finished being sung.

So, there you have it.  Silent Night.  A tear jerker, for me, for it reminds me of my loss.  Even thinking of the carol, makes me tear up.

Back to yesterday.  On my way to the cemetary, I found myself humming Silent Night.  When I realized I was humming it, I stopped and asked myself what I was doing.  Then, I prayed to God to help me through this Christmas, especially for Christmas Eve Church service, for I know for sure that it is one carol we will sing.

Leaving the cemetary, I once again found myself being musical about Silent Night, except that this time I wasn't humming it, I found myself singing it.  It shocked me that I would hum or sing it, at all.  Especially knowing how sensitive I am to the song.

Once again, I prayed for God to help me and asked why He placed this carol on my heart and mind, for I knew that voluntarily, I would not hum, nor sing this song, on my own.

Later, as you know if you read yesterday's entry, I attended a worship service with Pastor B's small group, made even smaller due to the bad weather.  What I didn't mention yesterday, is that Pastor B asked me to lead the music.

Without giving it a thought, I got up, approached the podium and lead the small group (acapella) to sing a hymn.  Later, he once again asked me to lead music, so once again, I approached the podium and lead another hymn.

A third hymn was the last to be sung.  When I turned to the hymn number in the Hymnal, I was absolutely shocked to see it was Silent Night.

Talk about being overwhelmed!  What was I to do?  Refuse to sing/lead this carol?  I couldn't do that; not without letting Pastor B down, the people down and especially God, down. 

All within a second or two, I decided and prayed God would help me through this seemingly small trial to many, but huge trial to me.

Aloud, I announced the carol, saying (aloud) that I pray God will help me sing Silent Night without crying.  I don't believe anyone there knew why I would say this, but it didn't matter to me.  God knew.

God helped me.  I was able to sing through all verses, without bursting into tears.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

It's not only interesting to me to realize that God placed me in this position, but it is proof once again, that God already knows what He has planned for our lives.  He placed me there, in that circumstance, so I would have to face the trial. 

He knew ahead of time, that I would be facing this trial and made it so that the carol was already on my heart and in my mind, even before I knew I would be facing this issue, later in the day.

He's been doing this for me, often lately, with many issues.  I believe He is showing me that He truly is in control of my life; that He truly does have a plan for my life (Jeremiah 29:11).  He has a plan for yours, too.

Thank You, Father.

Until next time...

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