Thursday, June 30, 2011

A Bright Light?

Last night, I slept like a log.

Was it due to being overtired to the point of collapse?  Maybe. 

Of course, it might be due to the fact that a friend of mine called long-distance, to tell me they read my Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry yesterday and wanted to pray with me.  In fact, it probably is what helped; the prayer, I mean.  After all, prayer works!  Thank you, friend.  May God bless you for reaching out in prayer for me.

After all, God is good.  He provides for all our needs.  He provides for all my needs, for sure!

This is the same friend, who lives in Mississauga, who spent about three (3) months in Kenya.  He was there doing God's work.  A missions trip, for sure.

While there, he told me that he and a pastor friend entered a jail.  They spoke, prayed and as a result, 17 people were saved.  He told me those men literally ran to Jesus.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Again, I appreciate the Christian love and support, but I especially appreciate the prayer my friend sent up for me.

It's been a strange week, for sure. 

In addition to hearing from this long-distance friend, I also heard from my Wichita, Kansas, USA friend, more than once this last week and a half, or so.  While it was good to hear her voice, our conversations were not of their normal variety.

Oh yes, we discussed many things, including the upcoming conference in November.  In case you didn't realize, N is my Christian friend who is organizing the conference.

We discussed the fact that our Canadian government passed legislation that forced our striking postal workers, back to work.  N was glad, for she had held off mailing an envelope to me, containing info regarding the non-profit organization she has had to set up, in order to proceed with the conference organizing.

Unfortunately, not all our conversation was on an upbeat, positive note.

N had recently experienced some emotional situations that she needed prayer for.  Not only had she lost a friend, who died; but, she also had a family heartbreak.  Her daughter lost the baby she was carrying.

What a heartbreak! 

If you could find it in your heart to pray for N's daughter and indeed their whole family, I would appreciate it.  After all, every good Christian knows that there is nothing greater or more rewarding than praying for others.

After all, we are called to be bright lights in a dark and dying world.  And, we are called to lift each other up, in prayer.

So, are you a bright light?  Do you spread the gospel message as we have been commanded?  Do you lift others up in prayer?  If so, I know you'll be rewarded.  God will bless you for this, friends.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Cow's Head?

Last night, I don't think I slept more than an hour or so.  For some reason, I just could not relax.  Even so, I had to make sure I was up early, for I had a meeting first thing this morning.

I'm sure you realize I am a realtor, who has been licensed to sell real estate since 1988.  Our guidelines have changed greatly over the years.  Now, we are expected to complete 24 credit hours of education, in order to renew our licences.

Well, today at the Holiday Inn Select, here in Windsor, I attended one course that provided three (3) credit hours.  Actually, there were quite a few realtors there, along with me. 

On the way, I picked up a co-worker/friend of mine, P.  We sat together and spoke with many people who we have come to know over the years. 

While some courses have proven themselves to be rather hard to sit through, this one was actually an interesting one.  I was glad I attended; so was P and other friends.

Even though we attended this course, I still had work to do.  So, after dropping off P at her home, I went on my way to do what I needed to do.

Once paperwork was done, I found I had time to drop by and see a friend of mine, who is a member of the injured worker's group I belong to.  I didn't visit at her home, but rather at her place of work; the same location where we hold our injured worker's meetings.

My friend is retiring, tomorrow.  After working for the Occupational Health Clinic for Ontario Workers (OHCOW) for 20 years, she decided to bite the bullet and made the decision to retire. 

Her co-workers provided some light refreshments and a retirement cake for her.  In addition, she received some beautiful flowers.  However, the cutest things I felt she received were a retirement sash and a cow-head hat (representative of OHCOW)!  Yes, we shared a laugh over this!

L, as I wished you earlier today, I pray God will bless you as you enter a new phase of your life.  Luv ya!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

It Did My Heart Good!

Thinking about my cousin and her husband who visited me, from Montreal, brought back so many memories.  They flashed through my mind a mile a minute!

Yesterday, I mentioned that my cousin A had met her husband when she was 13.  Actually, we were both 13 at the time, for we and another cousin were all born the same year.  I'm happy to say that I'll never be as old as them, for I am the youngest!

After only knowing my family in Montreal for less than a year and a half (1 1/2 years), my parents moved us  to Clarkson, which today is known as part of Mississauga.  Even so, we returned to Montreal from time to time, to visit with relatives, especially my grandparents.

As I became old enough to travel on my own, I made my way to visit my cousin A and most often, stayed with her family.

On one occasion, I went to Expo '67.  I wasn't alone, for my cousin A was with me, as well as our other cousin who was born the same year, R.  I can recall fellas whistling at us and making advances towards us, but we never responded.

Sometimes, with her younger brother, A and I shopped or just hung around her area, nearby where our granny lived.  From time to time, we would go to her then boyfriend's home.  Yes, C is the fellow who became her husband.

At times, there were just the three (3) of us, listening to music, singing and dancing, but there were times when C's cousin R, joined us.  Usually, the four of us were together, if we left the house and toured downtown Montreal.

On one such occasion, I recall having the shock of my life.  We had gone to St. Catherine's Street, to go to a music store C and his cousin R wanted to shop at.

As we approached the store, a person walked right in front of me, literally cutting me off.  Be still my heart!  I almost ran into her.  Er, him.  Whatever!

I suppose you got the picture.  I can only imagine the look on my face, seeing a transvestite for the first time in my life!

In any case, it truly did my heart good spending time with them on Saturday.  I felt happy and blessed, just being together. 

They suggested that I fly to Montreal to visit them, sometime over the summer.

Knowing that I am working hard to have my book manuscript ready and sent for publishing by mid-July, I may consider doing just that.  By then, I'll probably need a holiday!

Until next time...

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Monday, June 27, 2011

True Love?

There is something I have wanted to tell you about that happened this past Saturday.

I had company from out of town; my cousin and her husband.  My visitors had travelled quite a distance; from Montreal! 

Due to a fear of elevators, they didn't actually come up to my 17th floor apartment.  Instead, they buzzed me, I went down and met them on the ground floor.

We hugged and greeted each other.  With them feeling rather tired and hungry, we made our way to Red Lobster, not far from my home.  I guided them by driving my van; they followed in their car.

For the next few hours, we enjoyed time together.  They were only passing through on their way to southern USA.  Even so, I was grateful to be able to spend time with them!

Of course, we each ate a delectible seafood meal, but that wasn't the best for me.  I truly loved seeing my family, once again.  It had been a few years since we had been able to see each other. 

The last time we had visited, was before my brother Glenn died, at a time when his health had taken a turn for the worse.  During a conversation, Glenn told us that if he had one wish that he could have fulfilled, it would be to go to Montreal, to see our relatives, there. 

Gordon and I drove to Glenn's in Kitchener, picking up him and his wheelchair, before heading to Montreal.  We spent a few days there, having family come to visit us at our hotel.  It was easier this way, because we knew Glenn could wheel around our suite, but not in and out of many relative's homes.

Thinking about this, I am truly happy we did this for him.  It's just sad to me that both Glenn and Gordon are gone, now.

In any case, I truly enjoyed seeing my cousin and her husband. 

When my cousin's husband was out having a cigarette, she admitted to me that she doesn't know what she would do if her husband died.  She reminded me how they fell in love when they were 13 years of age and have been together ever since.  I reminded her that I recall that happening, for I was with her when she met the love of her life.

See, true love never dies!

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Congratulations! & Greater Good...

It's our Lord's Day, Sonday!  As per normal, I went to church to worship, but things were a little different than normal.

Today, was the first day in over three (3) weeks, that we had our pastor preach.  It was certainly nice having our guest preacher, but there's just something 'homey' about having your own pastor return.

In fact, it was a rather special day for another reason.  You see, our pastor and his wife, just returned from their honeymoon.  So, this was the first time we actually saw Mr. & Mrs. pastor!

As I left the sanctuary, I tried to wish the happy couple a sincere congratulations!  Our pastor was busy talking with someone, so I didn't get to congratulate him, but I was able to welcome and congratulate his wife!

I was glad I had gone to the cemetary to visit Gordon's grave, before attending our worship service, and not afterwards.  It would have made the feeling of loss, even worse.

Some people think it is silly, that those of us who experience these feelings are just carrying on.  That we just don't want to shake off the heartbreak, pull up our socks, and carry on.

But, in my opinion, this is not the case.  The truth is, these feelings are real and true. 

In fact, after writing about the heartbreak I experienced on Thursday evening at the Union's BBQ and party, a real-life friend (as opposed to a cyber-life, online-friend) of mine, who I have known for over 20 years, posted a remark on my Facebook (FB) wall.

A remarked that she had gone to a local restaurant, here in Windsor, and had experienced the same type of feelings I had.  She commented that she looked around, saw that she was the only person there, who wasn't a couple, in her age group.  She let me know that she felt just the same as I had, and had cried all the way home.

It truly is not funny.  Experiencing pain like this isn't easy.  If A or others are like me, they might wonder how they can go on.

God makes a way, though.  We don't have a choice in the matter.  God determines every detail of when and how our lives will end, or if they will continue.

He knows our suffering.  He allows us, His children, to suffer this way, for He has a purpose in it, for not just our own greater good, but also at times, for the good of others.

I believe that is why God has allowed me the grace, to be able to write about the pain, suffering and sorrow I have experienced.  This may even be why He hasn't taken me home, yet.

My prayer is that somehow, somewhere, someone is helped by what I write.  Whether they feel encouraged or relieved that they are not alone, but are experiencing the same as me and/or others, is something only readers know.  Unless of course, they let me know.

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

BBQ Party?

If you read yesterday's entry, you'll know that I met with friends B & K at a BBQ event, sponsored by the Union Local that both Gordon and B were members of.

You'd also know that I left after about 40 or so minutes of trying to get comfy while seated in a chair that was not only lop-sided due to being in an area of unlevel ground, but also due to the ground being soaking wet from all the rain we've had recently. Even our table was high on one end and low on the other!

This created such pain for my already hurting neck and back from recently overdoing things, that I just couldn't stay. I felt badly about leaving B & K, but knew they would have a great time, without me.

Before I say what I need to say, I want you to know that the reality was, I was truly hurting, physically. At the time, I could see no end in sight, either.

However, what I wasn't prepared for was how I felt emotionally, while there.

It was only as I approached the BBQ area, that I had pangs of heartbreak that Gordon wasn't with me. I actually wondered if it had been a mistake attending this fund-raiser BBQ.

While I enjoyed my time with my friends, there was something else that I found was upsetting. Until my conversation with B & K earlier in the day, I wasn't aware there was actually a party planned, with live music from three (3) bands.

Apparently, organizers hoped people would not just visit, but party hardy!

Once I had arrived and saw with my own eyes, people mingling and having a great time in this party atmosphere, I began to feel sick in my heart that I was there, without Gordon.

On separate occasions, a couple of men B knew from work came over to our table and chatted. Courteously, B introduced to these men his wife K, and me, adding that I am Gordon's wife. But, he didn't say Gordon, he said Gordy.

The same thing happened with both men.  Smiles left their faces and they shook my hand, telling me how sorry they were about Gordon dying.

This threw my heart into a mode of dispair, once again.

I know these people meant well.  Please don't misunderstand.  I don't believe anyone did or said anything to upset me.  It's just where my heart and mind is, at the moment.  It's still breaking.

Feeling like a fifth (5th) wheel, out of place, not knowing many people there, I sort of reflected on whether or not I should have attended in the first place.  I knew in my heart I had done the right thing, for we all agreed that if the response wasn't good for this first (1st) gathering, there wouldn't be any in the future.  So, I suppose in reality, it was good I went.

As I said previously, even though I felt badly when I left, leaving my friends there, I knew they would have a good time, without me.  It was sort of like a reunion for B; a good time spent with cronies.

As for me, I wondered as I left, if God hadn't purposely made me have physical pain, to give me a valid reason for leaving.

It was only as I was leaving that it truly hit me, that I was alone, without my husband.  I cried all the way home.  Even as I write this, I feel heartbroken.

It just goes to show that I still need healing.  Your prayer would be appreciated.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Friday, June 24, 2011


Something I didn't get to write about yesterday, was that I planned to attend a BBQ party with friends.

B & K are friends I haven't seen in a while. B worked with Gordon and gave a eulogy at his funeral.

The BBQ party was set up by the Union Local that Gordon and B were members of. On Facebook (FB), they have a page set up mainly for retirees. The idea came up a few weeks ago. Since the response was good, it was decided to hold the BBQ last evening, Thursday June 23rd, 2011.

In order to participate and gain entrance, everyone was to bring canned or non-perishable food that was to be given to local foodbanks. Nice!

A couple of days ago, I found out that not only was the BBQ to be outdoors, but so was the party. A tent was set up. The first (1st) 1,000 people could attend. This meant that if you snooze, you lose!

B & K let me know they were planning to arrive at the opening time of 5:00 p.m. And, they did. In fact, they told me they arrived early.

Upon entering the tent, I thought I might not be able to locate B & K, due to the large number of people chatting where the entrance was located. Of course, many people congregate near where drinks are being served!

Much to my surprise, B found me, before I even had a chance to look for them. We made our way, through the sea of people, to where K was seated.

K seemed comfy. B sat beside her and I sat across from them both. We enjoyed some fellowship time and great conversation. Thank You, Lord! I appreciated seeing my friends!

I had a bit of a problem that grew into a major problem.

The ground was soaking wet, even in the area of the tent that provided a roof covering, but not flooring. Not only was the table legs sinking into the wet grass, but the chairs were as well.

To make matters worse, the ground was uneven. This meant that we were sitting lop-sided in our chairs, and would be doing so, even if the ground wasn't wet.

As you might be able to imagine, this created quite a problem for me. After about 40 or so minutes, I just couldn't stand the back and neck pain I was experiencing, so I let B & K know that I had to leave. Much to my dismay.

There's more to say, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

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Thursday, June 23, 2011


Morning came and once again, I didn't really want to get up, but I did.

Being good (lol), I did what I had to do and exercised, as always.  It surprised me actually, because I was feeling absolutely horrid.

Yesterday, on Facebook (FB) I realize I made a joke about Murphy, as in Murphy's Law:  Whatever can go wrong, will.  And, in my case, usually does.  Yes, I know Murphy very well!

The truth is I was rather upset for a while, yesterday.  You see, I realized it was time for me to clean my balcony. 

For some people, this may not be a hard job, but for me, it is.  In fact, it was one thing Gordon always did, for us, because this was and still is something that is rather difficult for me, physically.  Even so, I did it.  I worked hard cleaning and swabbing the deck, so to speak.

Afterwards, with the sun still shining, I brought in the mop and pail to clean them, before putting them away.  Within literally seconds, as I was rinsing the mop, the sky grew dark, the wind picked up so much that I thought maybe we were having a tornado, bringing with it dirt that must have felt comfortable on my balcony, for it stayed. 

Then, the worst happened.  We had a torrential downpour that lasted only a few minutes.  Just long enough to ensure that all my hard work was for naught.

Okay.  I can laugh about it, today.  The trouble is that my back is not laughing, nor is my neck and shoulders.  As I mentioned, it is a lot of work for me.  Whenever I do this, I pay physically for several days.

While reflecting on all this whining, something popped into my head.  A song's lyrics that go like this:  Oh Lord!  It's hard to be humble... for it is, but we must all live this way... humbly, I mean.  I just wish I could claim the rest of the line:  when you're perfect in every way.

I'm not perfect and never will be until I am in heaven; then, and only then, will I be as perfect as I can ever be.  While I'm here on earth, I know I must just suffer through all the pain that comes with living. 

If you haven't already prayed for physical healing for me, I am asking you to do so, for I truly need relief from this painful, physical suffering.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Long Distance...

Once again, I awoke only to feel totally worn out, before even rising from bed!

How can this be, Lord?  I must truly be wearing myself out, through the day.  I realize I have increased my exercise, but could this really be making me feel like this?  Only God knows!

I heard from my friend N, who lives in USA.  Anyone who has read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while will know that she's my friend that I met on Facebook (FB).  N and I, along with some other friends led the Women's Bible Study group last year.

N is also the woman who has responded to God's calling, to create a non-profit organization that will be sponsoring the upcoming conference in Wichita, Kansas, USA, in November, where I along with several other people will be speaking.

When we spoke the other day, N let me know she had returned to Kansas, after finishing up her work in California.  In addition, N updated me on how well things are coming together for the conference.  I must say, this takes a lot of organizing, but N feels that the support she has received from our group of people has assisted her in this quest to spread the gospel message and provide support for those who are hurting.

Tonight, my telephone rang with a long-distance call.  Once again, it was my friend N.  She wanted to let me know her friend Dolores had died.

Dolores had been sick for a while.  Her physicians thought she would live longer than she had.  Unfortunately, this happens all to often.

My heart broke for N.  After all, it's never easy losing someone close to you, someone you love.  It's always seems to happen that people try to comfort you by saying something like, at least they aren't suffering anymore, or they're with our Lord, if they are. 

What most people fail to recognize is the fact that grief is not about the person who died.  I've said it before and I'll say it, again.

Grief is about the person left behind in this world, who is suffering because of their loss.

Sometimes people think that grief only relates to death.  But, after being married, divorced, remarried and widowed, I feel confident to say, that loss is loss.  It makes no difference if the loss is due to death, divorce or loss of part of yourself, if you've been injured.  You will suffer grief, for pain is pain and loss is loss.

Life isn't easy, but God is good.  He helps me, daily in my grief.  He will help N, too.  How do I know?  Because we prayed about it, together.  And, God loves all His children.  Not just me or N, but you also, if you are trusting in Jesus for your salvation.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

There's Always Tonight?

Last evening, I spent some time on Facebook (FB), as I normally do before heading to get some sleep.  Usually, I update and do some work for my Lord, plus chat with a friend or two (2).

Well, I did that, but I found I was absolutely worn out, exhausted beyond belief. 

I had been messaging with a friend, rather than chatting.  Our conversation was heartwarming.  He had just begun to tell me about how 17 people were saved during his trip to Kenya.  I was so happy, I almost wanted to cry!

The only feeling stronger than my excitement, was my need to get some sleep, so I asked my friend if we could continue our conversation another time.  Before he could respond, I went offline.

Hopefully, my friend doesn't think I was being rude.  Not only was my body totally aching, but I could hardly sit up, I was so-o tired!

In any case, I went to message him this morning and apologize.  Much to my surprise was a message from him, letting me know that his pumpkin disappeared at midnight!  lol 

While I hoped this meant he didn't take offense, I still messaged my apology.

Even so, it was about 12:30 a.m. when I fell into bed.  Yes, I mean I literally fell into bed! 

It felt like morning arrived early, but that truly wasn't the case.  It was more a case that I just plain needed more sleep!

Oh well, there's always tonight!  Well, that is if God wills it to be!

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Monday, June 20, 2011

Is It Worth It?

Morning sure came early, today!  I would like to have enjoyed more than four (4) hours sleep.  Of course, I am grateful for being able to rest that long, without waking up!

For sure, when I climbed into bed, I was tired.  Even so, I had trouble drifting off to sleep.  I was not operating in a mode of relaxion.  Due to being keyed up, I am positive this was why the sand man didn't visit me, quickly.

You see, ever since my editor returned my manuscript to me last Thursday after making the first (1st) of three (3) edits, I have literally spent every spare moment making revisions.

Never having been the author of a published book, I knew it couldn't be easy work, but I have found this to be both physically and emotionally taxing.

Of course, it may depend somewhat on whether the story is fiction or non-fiction.  Since this is my first attempt at being a published author, I have found it to be very different than what I expected. 

Being non-fiction, the story line is near and dear to my heart.  This made it difficult to deal with the emotional pain that accompanied my writing the first (1st) draft.

However, it surprised me how much time I have had to physically spend at the computer. 

I am grateful that I can comfortably sit in my recliner chair and work on my laptop.  For, if I had to work seated in a regular chair, working on a desk-top computer, I don't think I would have been able to work as quickly as I did.

Physically speaking, even though I am able to work the most comfortably I can, my poor body is hurting.

When I see my chiropractor later this week, he'll be wondering what on earth I did to myself!  Meanwhile, I am trusting my Lord, to relieve me from my physical pain.  I'm glad I don't have to work like this, every day of my life, for I know I couldn't physically handle it.

Even though I am the most comfy I can be while working, 24 working hours of computer work is taxing, no matter how you cut it!  No, that wasn't a typo, I truly worked approximately an hour for each chapter and the introduction, doing revisions.

Hopefully, it will be worth all my pain and suffering.  If those who read what I have to say, feel they have been lifted up and/or encouraged, it will have been worth it.

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Shocking! Happy Father's Day!

Last night, my sleep was comfy but short.  Once again, I had trouble drifting off.  Oh well, I'll just keep praying about this problem.  I'm confident God will continue providing for me, in the meantime.

Being Sonday morning, I went to church as per my normal Sunday routine.

As I was about to enter the sanctuary, two of our ushers approached me, letting me know that a gentleman was waiting for me and explained where the fellow was seated.  I thanked them and proceeded into the sanctuary.

Seated in the middle section of the back row was B.  I met B many years ago and have only heard of him being inside my church a couple of times over the course of all those years.  It was shocking to me, because this was the first time I had ever seen him seated in our sanctuary, other than for Gordon's funeral, twenty (20) months ago.

I must explain who B is.  He is a middle-aged man, who was extremely close to my friend Wanda, who recently died.  In fact, they considered their relationship to be of the best friend sort, without romantic involvement.

We sat together throughout the service and afterwards I introduced him to a few friends.  He filled out a visitor card and after the service, we met at our hallway information desk with M, one of the ushers who had originally informed me that B was in the sanctuary waiting for me.

M once again welcomed B and gave him a book to take home with him.  Then, M graciously invited B to the next scheduled men's monthly breakfast, scheduled for this coming Saturday morning and handed him a complimentary ticket.  B gratefully accepted both items, thanked us both and we went our separate ways.

However, what really did my heart good, was when B told me before we ever met with M, that he thinks he will return to worship again next week.  I reflected this as I left our church building and thanked God for B, M and the whole situation.

While this whole event was shocking, it was such an uplifting blessing to me, too.

I made my way to the cemetary.  As I entered, I noticed my friend J who works there.  We spoke for a moment, before I headed to park near Gordon's grave.

Being Father's Day, there were many more people in the cemetary than normal.  Still, I got out my lawn chair, set up Gordon's vase with water and the flower I had for him and proceeded to sit, talk to him and cry.

Well, it was too far to drive, being about four (4) hours each way, to visit my dad's grave.  So, this would have to do.  Actually, I visited Gordon's dad's grave, before I left the cemetary.

It's really hard on me, on special occasions like this.  Every year, I used to celebrate Father's Day with/for Gordon.  Sometimes with family, but mostly without. 

I tried to make him feel special and loved, because he was. 

Now, I am just alone.  Period.  Done.  Game over.  Living with a broken heart, grieving for the man I still love, isn't easy.  But, God helps me every day.  I trust He only has my best interests at heart, because I know this is the truth.

Still, I miss my husband.  I don't think anything will ever change this.

Before I sign off, I would like to wish each of you dads a very Happy Father's Day!

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Believe It or Not!

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about my editor sending me back my manuscript, after she completed the first round of edits.

Well, last evening I worked hard!  Once she worked with me by phone for a few minutes, in an effort to assist me in understanding how to use the programme, I was up and running!

Well, okay.  I cannot run.  But, I believe you got the idea. 

My whole evening was spent working on revisions for the book.  Of course, I found some time on breaks, to update on Facebook (FB) for a few minutes here and there.

About 11:00 p.m., I decided I was done working for the day and shut down the programme.  No more work for me, I thought!

After preparing for sleep time, I recalled that a drug store I regularly shop at had a one day sale on for just  Saturday.  And, there were things I had intended to shop for, during the sale.

Well, try as I might, I just couldn't relax to go to sleep.  I fought with myself over the issue of whether or not I should get dressed and go over to the location nearest me that was open 24 hours per day.

If you guessed that I got up, dressed and went out, you would have guessed right!

The reason I made that decision was twofold.  Firstly, I knew that if I waited until morning or afternoon, the items I wanted to purchase would be gone; sold out.  This is a common occurrence, so I knew in my heart I  should get up and go as soon as the sale began.

Then, knowing that being sold out of product was commonly happening to me, the only alternative would be to get up early in the morning and go then, praying that there was still in stock, the items I was looking to purchase.  Sure!  Like I really wanted to do that!  Not!

So, I bit the bullet and got myself over to the store, just as the sale was beginning.

By the time I arrived at the store, it was well after midnight.  The store was packed.  Even so, I was glad I had made the decision to go when I did.

The store was actually crowded!  As I selected the items I was shopping for, there were people finding the store was already selling out of their sale items.

Then, the worst part happened.  It was time to cash out and pay for my items.  The line-up went almost to the back of the store!

There were only two (2) cashiers open and the one line supported both cashiers, until someone got the idea to jump in and make another line.  This meant that those of us who were somewhere in the middle who couldn't see the other line, didn't know any better and stayed where we were.

Needless to say, it took forever for me to exit the store.  After driving home, unloading my vehicle, transporting my purchases up to my apartment and parking my vehicle, it was just a few minutes after 2:00 a.m.  Believe it, or not!

Until next time...

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Friday, June 17, 2011

Guardian Angel!

Last night, I slept solidly for just over four (4) hours.

This time the short night, wasn't due to my inability to sleep.  On the contrary, I could probably have slept a full night, last night!

However, I got to bed quite late last night.  It was close to 2:00 a.m., before I crawled into bed.  Immediately, it was lights out, for me!

Thankfully, I wasn't up late due to my inability to sleep.  Rather, I was up working.  You see, yesterday, my editor returned my manuscript to me, after she had completed the first round of revisions.

My heart raced at the thought of having to practically re-write the whole book.  After all, it had taken quite a while for me to receive back my manuscript.  I was sure she must have thought I was a terrible writer.

I had to remind myself it was sinful to fear, even while opening up the programme to see what work I had in store for myself. 

Eventually, I mustered up the courage and opened the programme.

My first thought was that I can't do this!  It was probably because I have had no training in using this programme, but my first impression was that I didn't think I was capable of doing what I needed to do.

Trying to not panic, I called my editor and left a message.  Within a short time, we were able to connect.  Thankfully, she was very patient and understanding with me.  I praise God for this...and for her!

She was able to coach me over the phone, leading me through the steps I needed to learn to utilize the programme that would in the end, simplify the process for both of us. 

I'm thankful that with her living in L.A., she's behind me in time, for I knew she would still be in a work frame of mind and not yet home relaxing, or out shopping, or whatever.  As soon as I caught on, I was able to release my guardian angel from our telephone call.  I'm sure she was as happy as I was about this!

Thank You, Lord!  You made a way where there wasn't one, at least in my mind!

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Not Quite Yet...

Last night's sleep was much like my recent nights, except that I didn't wake up 100%.  I felt like I was in a state of paralysis, where I wanted to get up, but just couldn't.  What I mean is, my mind was awake and alert, but I just couldn't get up, for my body was absolutely exhausted!

It seems to me that my mind just will not let go of grief. As I've stated in the past, every month my mind takes over and I feel like part of me has died. I suppose it is because part of me has died. My Gordon.

For some reason, I have been feeling more and more upset over Gordon's death. Why this is happening, I have no idea. It seems to me that as time goes on, I should be feeling better, not worse.

Well, I suppose I do have an idea of why I have lately been feeling this way; at least as of yesterday.

In late afternoon, I spoke with my friend J, who works at the cemetary where Gordon is buried.  During our conversation, she asked me if I have been busy.  Of course, I replied that I had.  I also let her know that I had not only been busy with work, but busy with death.

Over the course of the previous week, I had been at either funerals or funeral homes six (6) of the seven (7) days.

When J heard this, she was so very upset with me.  She made it clear I absolutely should not be doing this.  After a little more conversation, she explained that for at least the first five (5) years, people grieving should avoid death/funeral homes/funerals as much as humanly possible, for it tends to bring back all those grief feelings all over again.

Then, this morning, a friend of mine who is a minister, let me know that in his opinion, my sleep problem is related to my grief.

Well, I suppose these friends know better than I, for I am only experiencing the problem.  The trouble is, in my opinion, there is no availability of sorting out of the problem to provide quick healing for me.  Unless of course, God gives a miracle healing!

In my employment and in my life, I have always looked at a situation or problem and tried to find the best solution possible. It is so very frustrating to me, to realize and know that there truly is no solution to this problem I am experiencing, whether it be easy or not.

Prayer is about all I can think of doing. 

Every day, I still ask God to heal me.  Every day, I don't wake up in heaven, but I wake up here on earth, still having to cope with grief.  It just has not gone away.

Since God doesn't always answer prayer with a resounding yes, I suppose I must consider that He is also not saying no, but rather... not quite yet.

Hey, to some like my friend J, it may seem like I am rushing wanting to receive healing for grief, but to me, I feel like I am just slowly dying, a painful and drawn-out death.  Okay.  So, I am impatient!  I just want this pain to end.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Last night, when I went to bed about 11:30 p.m., I was dead tired.  It still took me until almost midnight to fall asleep.  2:00 a.m. arrived and I was once again wide awake!  How could this be?

After what seemed like ages of tossing and turning, trying to drift off again into never-never-land, I finally got up from bed.  Angry with myself, I read for a while, before going on Facebook (FB) and checking and sending e-mail.  Yuch!

Then, just after 4:00 a.m. my newspaper arrived.

I read the paper, did the puzzles and finally decided about 5:00 a.m. to try to get some sleep.  This time, I was able to drift off, again.  However, I was up before my alarm was set to go off, at 7:00 a.m.

Lord!  Help!  This is disgusting!

Last evening, I even took melatonin, along with my vitamins.  I thought for sure I would sleep well.  It just wasn't God's will.

Consequently, I dragged myself around, today.  No rest for the wicked, people sometimes say.  Well, I suppose by that standard, I must be pretty wicked, for I just cannot seem to fall into a healthy routine for a sleeping pattern.

This morning, I was able to once again go exercise at my friend's gym.  M was feeling improved, but she is still not very well.  Hopefully, after she has her surgery next month, she will feel better.

After working out and working on the computer, I went to my church for our 50+ group luncheon.

This was the last luncheon until September, so I felt it was important to attend.  We had a nice group of people for our catered meal.

All in all, it was a great time of fellowship for me.  Two couples who were friends with both Gordon and I, were seated at my table.  I enjoyed chatting with them and discussing life issues and their upcoming travels. 

Even so, I felt like a fifth (5th) wheel.  Well, to be honest, there were only five (5) of us at the table, so I suppose you could say I was indeed the fifth (5th) wheel!

So, even though I had a great time of fun, food and fellowship with my friends, I still felt like something/someone was missing.  Of course, it was Gordon.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stay for the whole meeting, as I was paged regarding a work issue I had to attend to.  After giving my apologies to my friends, I left just before the speakers were due to begin.

In a way, I suppose you could say God rescued me by arranging for me to have to work, instead of relax with my friends who were discussing how they rely on each other, regularly.

I don't feel badly that my friends discuss their loving relationships around me.  On the contrary, I am happy they feel comfortable enough to be normal.

Even so, I found I was grateful God arranged it for me to leave, because I found myself feeling rather low in spirit.  It's bewildering to me why healing is so slow in coming.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 14, 2011


Sunday night, I thought I would sleep more soundly than I had for the previous few nights, but I didn't.  Consequently, I awoke tired Monday morning, once again.

Even so, I was up early.  I knew I had a busy day planned, but it turned out to be a roller-coaster kind of day.

Firstly, a relative of my personal trainer/friend called me, letting me know that the gym would be closed Monday and Tuesday, due to M not being well.  She's been experiencing health problems, so this wasn't truly a surprise to me. 

I just hope she feels improved, soon; for her sake.  If you would like to pray for M, I know she would appreciate it.  May God bless you.

Supposing that this would free up some of my day, I decided to do some exercise at home, since I have been physically able to do so, in moderation. 

In the middle of my exercising, my phone rang.  The caller was a worker/friend M of my friend Wanda's.  You may recall that last week, I sang and gave a eulogy at her funeral service.  M was sorry to let me know on short notice that Wanda's ashes were being buried, at 1:00 p.m. and she thought I would want to attend.

I prepared myself to once again sing at Wanda's interment service.  Truly, I wasn't looking forward to attending another ceremony, even if it was for my friend. 

After all, I feel like I've been overwhelmed with death and funeral services, lately.  Still, I wanted to once again honour my friend and of course, God.

Originally, it had been hoped to bury Wanda's ashes with her Mom, but it wasn't able to be done.  At least she is in the same cemetary. 

It was a rather private gathering of those closest to Wanda.  After my music, I led prayer.  Other people said a few words.  Her ashes were buried.  Knowing it was a lovely day, and a loving gathering, I am sure Wanda would have been happy.

Even though we didn't see each other as often as we would have liked to, we did speak by phone, regularly.  I certainly am glad we had some fellowship time, while enjoying lunch together, just six (6) days before she died.  Wanda will be missed.  At least, by me.

Until next time...

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Monday, June 13, 2011


Being rather upset again on Saturday after attending yet another funeral, I found it hard to get some sleep. Even melatonin didn't help. Tossing and turning continued through close to half the night. Consequently, I was tired, Sunday morning.

Knowing that out of town buyers were arriving to see one of my listings at 9:00 a.m. didn't help any. Just thinking about having to be up early, seemed to put me on edge even more.

After showing the property to the buyer and his salesperson who drove him to Windsor from Toronto, I found I was extra early for church.

I attempted to join some of my sisters and brothers in the Lord, who were watching a video, but I couldn't do this, because there were no seats available in our Fellowship Room, where the video was being shown.

So instead, I made my way to the sanctuary and got comfy in my seat. I read my Bible until it was worship time!

At the end of our worship service we celebrated the Lord's Supper. Normally, we do this on the first (1st) Sunday of each month, but last weekend, our pastor was out of town getting married! Even though he is still away on his honeymoon, we celebrated Communion.

Due to having Communion, we finished up later than normal. This meant that I had to rush to get out to the nearby town of Essex, where I was scheduled to attend a Baptism!

Wow! Rush, I did! Even so, as I approached the door to the church, I could hear voices singing a hymn. Talk about cutting it close!

Grace Baptist Church, is not a sister church to my Baptist church, for it is not a Fellowship (of Evangelical Baptists) church. However, I really enjoyed the service, there. I especially enjoyed singing hymns and ending them singing... Amen. This is something I haven't heard in years, at any other church I have worshipped at!

My friend who was being baptized gave a great testimony before his baptism. His wife also gave testimony at that time, even though she had already been baptized. It was truly a lovely service. The icing on the cake was, of course, J being baptized!

If you are not aware, we as Baptists believe in submersion for Baptism. Just as when John baptized Jesus by submersion, we believe we need to have our bodies go down into the water, and come back up, again. All in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, of course! Submersion represents us dying to self and living for Christ.

It makes my heart skip a beat when I see a baptism, because I know that a fellow Christian is being obedient to God's Word, in Acts 2:38, "Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost."

Notice that the Bible doesn't say be baptized and at some point in your life, repent! No. It doesn't, because we as God's children each need to take responsibility for ourselves, not only coming to Jesus Christ and being saved, but in obedience, make a public declaration that we are living for Christ... baptism.

This is why we do not believe in infant baptism.  After all, what infant do you know is able to repent before choosing to be baptized?  None, of course.  Nope.  God's word is clear.  Salvation first; then baptism follows repentance.

Matthew 3:13-17 explains Jesus' baptism, if you'd like to read about it.

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Honour Guard and Bagpiper...

With Thursday and Friday being the 9th and 10th of the month, I thought I was now passed the idea of being upset over Gordon's dying, at least until next month.  As I've mentioned in the past, I seem to go through the pain, repeatedly every month.

Well, I did sleep better Friday night, but I had set my alarm for early Saturday morning, to make sure I didn't sleep too late.  I had a funeral to attend.

It wasn't scheduled early, but visitation was due to begin at 10:00 a.m. and I had much to do prior to attending.

One of my real life acquaintances from my past, became a true friend after becoming friends with me on Facebook when I first began using it a couple of years ago.  Unfortunately, it was her boyfriend who died.

He was apparently a diabetic, who had been working on his boat at the marina where it was docked, about a week and a half ago.  He began having symptoms that resembled his sugar level dropping, so like any good diabetic would do, he went and had some lunch.

Feeling once again normal, he returned to his boat to continue working.  That was the last time he was seen.

When it was noticed that something was wrong, the sail of his boat was partially in the water and the boat was drifting away from the dock.  It was presumed that he fell overboard and drowned.  Even though the water was searched, it took several days for his body to surface.

It was determined that he must have hit his head, possibly by the sail that had been found in the water.  In any case, he died, was cremated and a memorial service was held.

Even though I had not met my friend's love, I attended his funeral in support of my friend.  At first I thought I might feel rather uncomfortable, but when I saw how happy she was that I was there for her support, I was glad I attended.

He had been a Commissionaire in addition to serving in the Airforce, before his retirement.  I thought it was a lovely and loving gesture that there was an honour guard present during the visitation and service, standing guard.  A piper in full Scottish attire began and ended the service.

My friend hugged me several times before and after the ceremony.  I was certainly glad I could be there for her. 

I was thankful our Lord gave me the composure to be a support to her in this time of need.  It wasn't easy, for I kept reflecting on how she would suffer, now that he's gone from her life.  Even so, God will help her, as He has helped me, thus far.

I praise the Lord, that my friend is saved.  While it is too late to pray for her now deceased boyfriend, I pray God found him, before he took his final breath.

Once again, I must say friends, that if you do not know Jesus Christ as your Saviour, who will save you from an eternity in hell and provide the way for you to spend eternity in heaven with God, I pray you will contact me, talk to a saved Christian, or open your Bible and read, because faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the Word of God (Romans 10:17). 

Your eternity depends upon it.

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 11, 2011

What a Memory!

Last night, I slept better than the night before.  Thank You, Lord!

Since I haven't written much about my week, I think I'll take the time to say that most of it was filled working and living life, as I normally do.  Nothing was much different than any other week.

However, it was a little more stressful than usual, I believe.

While I won't discuss the issue here right now, I will say that this week was rather stressful for both work and personal reasons.  Hopefully, this will resolve itself, soon.

In any case, it was a very busy week. 

Midweek, I was happy that my real estate partner/friend/co-worker C suggested we have a work luncheon, since we hadn't done this, recently.  We decided that on Thursday, we would meet at Tecumseh Roadhouse, for lunch.

We realize that much of our business discussion can be done by telephone, but there are times when it is nice to get together and be able to have a real face-to-face discussion.  And, talk we did!  Wow!  It seemed we had more to talk about than what I first thought.

Since one of our most recent clients works at Tecumseh Roadhouse, we were happy to feel we were contributing to her employment, too!  After all, isn't that how our economy works?  We all need to support each other!

You may recall that is where I sang last year, for Bluesfest Idol 2010.  Sorry, there will not be any singing contests for me, this year!

One of the servers recognized me, when I entered the restaurant.  She's the same lovely lady who used to serve me tea and sometimes dinner, when I went to practice for the contest, last year. 

Either I made quite an impression on her when I sang, or else she has a wonderful memory, because I think I've only frequented her place of employment once since the contest.  Truthfully, I believe it's the latter.  She has quite a memory for names!  Even mine!  :-))

Of course, our meals were delicious, too! Thank you C, for not only suggesting we meet for our work luncheon, but also for deciding it was your turn to treat me to lunch! Next time is my turn, again!

Until next time...

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Friday, June 10, 2011

Breath After Breath...

Anyone who knows me personally, knows that I am a widow.

If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that every month right from the first (1st) of the month, my mind somehow just seems to go into grief mode. 

The first (1st) is the anniversary of the last time I spoke with my husband and heard his voice.  It's the anniversary of the day he collapsed and was hospitalized.

As time marches on, I seem to be able to cope somewhat better.  Then, as the ninth (9th) approaches, I once again go into serious grief mode, again.  This was the day of the month, when it was my husband's last day on earth.

By the time the tenth (10th) arrives, the climax has occurred.  My husband died at 12:30 a.m., after he was removed from life support.  Once that time has passed, I seem to feel some relief.  It's now been 20 months and it still happens.

Why this happens, I truly don't know. 

It's been upsetting to recall how my Gordon was removed from life support, against my will.  But, there's more than that.

Even though I have great faith in God, it seems I just cannot come to terms with losing my husband.  No matter how hard I try to not let it affect me, it does.

No matter how much trust I place in my Lord, the pain is always there.

Recently, I spoke with a friend who is a widower.  He is a very strong Bible-beliving Christian.  Even so, he admitted to me that after his wife died, for a long time he prayed every night that God would take him home.

While this was amazing to me, to hear my friend say this, it wasn't shocking, really.

Every night, I still pray asking God to allow me to go to sleep without problem, for I seem to have a sleeping problem that I cannot overcome.  Some nights I sleep better than other nights.  With or without melatonin.

Every night, I still pray asking God to not let me wake up here on earth, but rather, allow me to wake up in heaven, with Him.

After hearing from so many people like myself, who are grieving the loss of a spouse, I honestly believe that I am absolutely normal, feeling this way.  Even knowing this doesn't seem to provide any comfort.

I've heard it all from friends who care.  I realize God has a plan for my life.  I realize I must find a way to go on.  I know that I am happy that if Gordon can't be with me, that he is with Jesus, in heaven.  None of this truly provides comfort.

I've even wondered if I should stop doing so much for God.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I do a lot of work for God, both in real life and in cyber-space-life...on the internet.  Part of me believes that is why God has not yet taken me home.  Where I want to be.

When I think a thought like that, I repent, quickly.  The reality is that I cannot stop working for God.  He commanded us to do much for Him.  He told us that to whom much is given, much is expected.  And, I want to be obedient to Him.

If I were to stop working for my Lord, He would just see me as being disobedient.  That's not what I want.  I know it's not what He wants.  For we both look forward to the day, when He will say to me, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."

So, I'll just carry on and rely on God's grace to get me through each day.  Breath after breath, I will continue to show Jesus that I love Him, that I want to be obedient to God and follow the lead that the Holy Spirit guides me with.

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

False Prophets...

If you read yesterday's entry, you'll know that I discussed the fact that I believe my friend is very confused.

During a recent conversation, he let me know that he doesn't believe that the only way to get to heaven, is to believe in Jesus Christ for your salvation.  To make matters worse, he even told me that if that is the way it truly is, then he wouldn't want to serve a god like that.

In other words, my friend doesn't want to serve God, who provided for our salvation, by sending His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

Truly, I pray my friend is just confused.  I pray that the Holy Spirit will convict him and show him God's truth.

However, while I mentioned yesterday that it is possible my friend is confused, there is also another possibility.  Possibly he received wrongful teaching. 

After all, there are false prophets out there, who lead some astray.  While I believe this is highly doubtful in this circumstance, it is certainly a possibility.

Some people don't believe there are false prophets out there, in our generation.  However, this is not what the Bible teaches.  The following are some Bible verses that tell us God's truth:

*  Matthew 7:15, "Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves."

*  Matthew 24:11, "and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people."

*  Mark 13:22, "For false Christs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and miracles to deceive even the elect--if that were possible."

*  2 Peter 2:1, "But there were false prophets also among the people, even as there shall be false teachers among you, who privately shall bring in damnable heresies, even denying the Lord that bought them, and bring on themselves swift destruction."

We can see by these verses and others that there are indeed false prophets.  And, not just in times of old. 

We see them even in our generation.  They speak in pulpits around the world, preaching a gospel other than what the Bible teaches; leading many astray.

Of course, there are those who become famous by making predictions that are anti-Biblical.  Like some make by those making predictions with regards to end times. 

To be sure, the only people led astray by individuals like this, are those who do not know what God's Word, the Bible, teaches.  Those in the know, realize that these predictions are false. 

The unfortunate thing is that there are many, many people who don't know what the Bible teaches.  Not just unsaved people, either.

What a pity!

Even so, we see in Daniel 11:34, "When they fall, they will receive a little help, and many who are not sincere will join them.", that many will be misled.

We see in Matthew 7:14, "But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."  Not all who think they have a way to heaven, may really know the truth.  God's truth.

God tells us in Matthew 22:14, "For many are called, but few are chosen."  God has clearly shown us that not all will find their way.

1 Timothy 4:1, "The Spirit clearly says that in later times some will abandon the faith and follow deceiving spirits and things taught by demons.", is very clear in its teaching.  Many people will fall away.

1 John 4:1 reminds us, "Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world."

False doctrines, like the one my friend believes, are being taught even as we speak.  Or, in this case, as I write.  God's Word, confirms it.  Reality of what some people think, proves it, too.

Remember that the Apostle Paul said in:

*  2 Corinthians 11:4, "For if he that comes preaches another Jesus, whom we have not preached, or if you receive another spirit, which you have not received, or another gospel, which you have not accepted, you might well bear with him."

*  Galatians 1:6, "I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel--"

*  1 Timothy 1:3, "As I urged you when I went into Macedonia, stay there in Ephesus so that you may command certain men not to teach false doctrines any longer".

We can see that even in the Apostle Paul's day, false prophets were teaching false doctrines.  Today, is no different.  People are being misled, everywhere.  Those being misled, may suffer for their lack of knowledge.

Our God is a god of love.  But, He also is a god who is a jealous God, who wants no other gods to be before Him.  He expects obedience, from those who love Him.

Pity those who teach a false gospel, for they have to answer to God.  We all must stand before God one day.  Those people in a position of teaching, have greater responsibility.  I pray it is God's will to reveal truth to all; especially those who teach others.

He will reveal all truth, eventually.  For every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.  But, when that day comes, it will be too late for those who did not believe on our Lord, Jesus Christ, for their salvation.

Friends, if you are not yet saved, please place your trust in my Lord, Jesus Christ.  And, you shall be saved (Acts 16:31).

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Have you recovered from reading yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry?

Every time I think of it, I cringe.  My poor friend.  After all those years of knowing each other, hearing him talk about God's love, and then hearing him say that if God says that only those trusting in Jesus will go to heaven, then he wouldn't want to serve a god like that.  Well, I can only say that it almost bowled me over.

I pray you already know, that is exactly what God has told us.  Found in His Word, the Bible, are the following passages:

*  John 10:9, "I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out, and find pasture."

*  John 11:25, "Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies;"

*  Romans 3:24, "and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus."

*  Ephesians 2:5, "made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions--it is by grace you have been saved."

*  Ephesians 2:8-9, "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast."

* John 14:6-7, "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. If ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also: and from henceforth ye know him, and have seen him."

I could go on with more verses, but I think you've got the point. 

God never told us anywhere in His Word, that we can be saved by any other means.  We cannot be saved by Old Testament Law.  God made it clear that we are saved by grace (alone), through faith (alone) in Christ (alone).  There is no other way.

So, what about my friend?  How did he come to believe that God loves everyone enough to not allow anyone to go to hell, when their life is over?

Teaching.  The teaching he received either was inaccurate, or he misunderstood.

Knowing my friend, it is highly doubtful that he misunderstood.  I believe it is more likely that he did not receive good teaching.

Why do I say this?  Well, firstly because I have worshipped a few times at the church where he worshipped.  I attended there on several occasions, when my own church was under reconstruction and could not manage the many stairs to worship in our own facility. 

I have always been honest and truthful to others when I have said that I could not worship at that particular church on a regular basis, because never once did I hear a gospel message preached.  It wouldn't surprise me, if my friend ever did, over the many years he worshipped there.

Then, to make matters worse, my friend also had much counselling for his life problems from a Catholic priest, who was well known here in our city for helping others.

Now please don't misunderstand.  I personally have nothing against other churches or church groups.  However, at the same time, I realize that not all church groups are Bible-believing, Bible-preaching groups, where God's Word is taught.

Besides, even though there are some who would argue against me, I truly believe that if someone hasn't had good, truthful Bible study, to understand God's Word, they don't often realize that each church group has different doctrine.  Meaning, each group usually believes differently. 

Why this happens, is beyond me.  Aren't we all reading the same Bible?  But, it does happen.

So, by receiving only what I would call surface teaching and being confused by the difference in doctrinal issues, it is quite understandable that my friend doesn't really know the truth about what the Bible teaches.

Well, it's only my opinion.  Who am I.  Nobody.  But, I do have a good grasp on what God's Word teaches.  Unlike my friend.

So, friends, if you can find it in your heart to pray for my confused friend, please do so.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I admitted to you that I was shocked beyond belief with regards to a friend who let me know that he believes that everyone will go to heaven, no matter if they are believing in Jesus Christ for their salvation, or not.

In my friend's opinion, God wouldn't send anyone to hell; ever.  God wouldn't send anyone to hell, because He loves everyone.  How do I know this?  I know this, because he told me so.

Well, while this was shocking for me to actually have my friend say this in his message, it didn't really wasn't all that surprising that he believed this.  Over the years, I had wondered if my friend felt this way, because all we ever heard from him was remarks about God loving us.

It amazes me how people get ideas like this.  Especially people who believe they are saved and call themselves Christian. 

Why do I feel like this?  Well, in my opinion, anyone who is saved and who call themselves Christian, should really read, know and understand God's Word, the Bible.  He gave us His Word, so we could know truth.  God told us the truth will set us free (John 8:32)!

Please realize I am not pointing fingers at anyone in particular when I say that it breaks my heart to realize that there are many who do not even read the Bible.

Many have read it, but don't understand it.  Usually, if I ask people who comment this way, if they have ever attended Bible study, the most common reply is, 'no'.

I realize that as infant Christians, we don't alway see the need to read God's Word.  After all, as infant Christians, we are only beginning to recognize God's truth.

When I speak of infant Christians, I am not referring to babies in a human sense.  I am referring to those who have just come to Christ; those, who have not really had the opportunity to learn and grow from good Biblical teaching.

Since I have studied God's Word many years, I have become a more mature Christian.  Please realize that I am not claiming to know it all, for none of can or do know it all.  However, with good and solid teaching, I believe I have a firm grasp of what God teaches us in the Bible.

However, when it came to hearing the following statement from my friend, I knew that even though he has loved Jesus for many years, in my opinion, he is still at a knowledge level of an infant Christian.  That's only my opinion.  If you have read God's Word and have studied it, you'll probably agree with me.  When I read part of his message, I almost choked.

I must say that as per my normal behaviour when I am confronted with a situation like this one, I made sure my friend knew some of the Bible verses that tell us that Jesus alone is the way to heaven, that all who believe on Him, will be saved and spend eternity in heaven.  I won't restate the verses, for some of them I have written in recent LwL entries. 

My friend replied that he didn't think I had the right to say that if someone didn't accept Jesus while they were alive, that they would not go to the kingdom of heaven.  He continued on to say that if that is what I am truly saying, that if that's the way it is with the God he serves, he wouldn't want to serve Him.

Hopefully, you didn't have heart failure and die when you read this.  As I mentioned previously, there are many who do not understand God's Word, at all.  If my friend did have a good grasp of what the Bible teaches, I don't believe he would have made a statement such as this.

Even so, I pray for him.  In addition, I am asking you to pray for my friend, too.  May God bless you for this.

As you can imagine, there is more to be said about this.  I'll see you, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, June 6, 2011

Still Friends!

For those of you who may be bored reading about the funeral of my friend Wanda, you'll be happy to know that I will not be writing about the funeral, again today.

However, I do have something I wish to discuss.  This conversation happened online, with a real-life friend who is also a Facebook (FB) friend.

Before I discuss our conversation, I would like to say that I truly love my friend, with all the Christian love I can muster.  I also know he feels the same way; I know he has Christian love for me, too.  Not only is this friend a friend with me, but was a good friend with my husband, Gordon.  We've known each other many years.

For many years, my friend spoke as if he knew and understood God's word.  He believes he is saved; I have no reason to doubt this.  Please understand, what I am about to discuss here has no bearing on whether or not my friend is saved, or not.  Anyone who knows God's Word, well enough to know that it only takes the faith of a mustard seed, would understand that my friend is probably saved.

As I've commented in the past, it is not for me to decide about others, regarding their salvation.  God alone knows who He will save, and who He will not save. 

Well, you may have guessed by now that the conversation I will be discussing has to do with exactly that.  Who God will save...and who He will not.

Are you following me?  We're not discussing salvation of any one (1) particular person, here.  Our discussion will be with regards to what God's Word, the Bible, teaches us.

During our conversation last week, I made a comment to my friend that I wish I knew for certain if my friend Wanda was saved, or not.  I wondered if her name had indeed been written in the Lamb's Book of Life. 

After all, with some people it is rather simple to determine this.  But, as I mentioned in Wanda's eulogy, it is difficult to get a grip on what a person is feeling, thinking or believing, when they are on certain medications.

My friend replied that she is in heaven.  He felt she was there, for sure.  Definitely.

I asked him why he believed this.  After all, he never met Wanda; nor did he know or understand her situation.  He let me know that he believes that everyone will go to heaven, no matter if they are believing in Jesus Christ for their salvation, or not.

Be still my heart!  Believe me when I say that I almost had heart failure!

I asked him where he would ever get this idea from.  My friend told me that he believes this because God is love.  In his opinion, God wouldn't send anyone to hell; ever.  Apparently, God wouldn't send anyone to hell, because He loves everyone.

Once again, my heart sank.  It was at this point where our discussion truly began.

Before I begin this discussion, I must say that it is too much for today's entry, so I will continue, tomorrow. 

Let me just say that I have been praying for my friend and indeed, for all who believe as he does.  And, yes.  We are still friends!

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Correct This?

If you read yesterday's entry, you'll know that I wondered where the ministers are? 

As I discussed, it has become apparent to me after attending three (3) funerals of those who were disabled and not able to afford a complete funeral service, that it seemed no ministers officiated.  Please realize, I have not done a study about this.  I am only discussing this, because it was upsetting to me, to even think this was the case.

Much to my surprise, a Facebook (FB) minister friend of mine messaged me, this morning.  He had apparently read yesterday's entry of Life with Lynnie (LwL).  This alone was shocking!

My FB minister friend let me know that he does many funerals for people on social assistance.  He mentioned that he knows many ministers who do not let fees interfere with the decision to officiate at a funeral service.  Apparently, he has never met a minister who has declined a funeral over the issue of fees.

It actually did my heart good to hear this.  Firstly, because I am glad my FB minister friend has a heart for people, but also because I was really heartbroken at the thought that ministers in general are really only doing their job, in order to collect their fees.

I thank you FB friend.  You have somewhat restored my faith in ministers.

However, does this mean that all is good in the world concerning this issue?  Not in my opinion!

There is still something wrong with the current system.  Knowing that I am only one (1) person, yet I have experienced this heartbreaking occurrence repeatedly, tells me there is something missing.

I realize that each of the people who had no minister officiate at their funeral, each had government case workers, who handled their files and arranged for their bodies to be dealt with, either by burial or by cremation.  I also realize that our government wants to keep everything secular.  So, when this is done, where is the priority to have a Christian representative officiate at any ceremony?  There is none.

Okay.  Realizing the government is not going to make sure this is done, and realizing that the reason they don't automatically arrange for someone to officiate is because the government quite often tells families that they will not pay for someone to officiate, tells me that most families believe there is nothing that can be done about it.

This brings up another point.  Why aren't the funeral homes doing something to correct this situation? 

Think about this for a moment.  What if each funeral home not only had a list of ministers who were prepared to officiate at funerals for those who didn't belong with any particular church, where the ministers were selected on a rotary basis, but also had a list of ministers who were prepared to volunteer their time, if necessary.  Then, families or those government case workers would be able to ensure someone would officiate for those gatherings where a minister is now missing in action.

Think this is a strange idea?  Please, let me know what you think!

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 4, 2011


Wow!  Did I sleep good last night!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!  I needed this, for sure!

Something has been bothering me, ever since attending my friend Wanda's funeral.  Something that some of you may not like hearing, but I am going to discuss this, anyway.

Please realize I am not pointing fingers at any one person, nor any one denomination, for that is not my intent.  Rather, I am bringing up a point that I feel needs to be made. 

If you ready yesterday's entry, you'll know that I mentioned that there was no minister in attendance at Wanda's funeral.  This is not the first time I've seen this.  In fact, this is the third (3rd) time I've seen this happen.

At each of the funerals the circumstances were somewhat the same.  All three (3) people had been disabled and were supported by disability pensions or other government pensions (like old-age pension):  Wanda's Mom Helen, who was paraplegic and wheelchair bound; my brother Glenn, who was a double amputee with other health problems and Wanda, who had emotional/mental problems.

What's wrong with this picture?  Do you see what I am getting at?  In every case, there was no minister leading the funeral service.

Why not?  Where were they?  Why wasn't there a minister, there?

Anyone who understands that those in the province of Ontario, in Canada, who are supported by disability pensions, understands that the government is trying to cut costs of burying or cremating the bodies of those who have died.  However, this doesn't mean that there shouldn't have been a minister there, to lead the service. 

Let's face it, in all three cases, there really, truly wasn't a minister-led service, at all.

When Wanda's Mom Helen was buried, there was no showing at the funeral home.  Helen who was no longer considered disabled, because she was over 65 and was considered to be on old age pension.  This made for some legalities that needed to be resolved.  Consequently, her body was kept at the hospital's storage facility for more than two (2) weeks, until a representative could legally sort out the mess of paperwork and get the arrangements for buriel made.

When it came to Helen's graveside service, there were a few people in attendance, who cared and/or loved her, including me, who sang to honour her and God.  But, there was no minister.

My brother Glenn, who died last July 1st, was not very different.  The funeral home allowed us to view Glenn's body for a short time, but not on the day of his buriel.  When it came to Glenn's buriel service, it was actually very nice, for a tent was set up and a funeral home representative led the booklet service

At Glenn's funeral, there were many relatives and friends in attendance.  If you read about Glenn's funeral service, you'll know that I sang and gave a eulogy for my brother.  In addition, several other people spoke about Glenn, also.  However, like Helen's case, there was no minister.

With Wanda's service, her circumstances were slightly different.  She will not be buried, but will be cremated; in fact, she is probably cremated, already.  Her ashes will be buried along with her Mom, Helen, at a later date.

However, as I mentioned, there was no minister in attendance. 

Where were they?  In each case, wasn't there a minister available?  Were they missing?  Or, is the reality such that in this day and age, ministers only lead funeral services if they are paid to do so?

What a thought!  It not only boggles my mind, but is very upsetting to me.  Since there is more to be said regarding this issue, I will have to continue this, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Friday, June 3, 2011

Wanda's Celebration of Life...

If you read yesterday's entry, you'll know that I attended the funeral of my friend, Wanda.  In fact, I sang and gave a eulogy for her.

There was no minister leading the service.  Unfortunately, this is how funeral services are held for people on disability, who cannot afford to bury themselves.  There's more to be said about this, but this entry is not the time.

There were more people in attendance than what I expected.  My eldest daughter B, had an appointment she couldn't reschedule and wasn't able to attend, but my youngest daughter P, attended.  Everyone there knew and loved Wanda.
Wanda's worker M, who cared for her on a daily basis introduced me.  After I sang Twila Paris' song, Not Forgotten (see yesterday's entry for song and lyrics), I gave the eulogy.  Here's what I said:

Eulogy for Wanda M. June 2, 2011 Anderson Funeral Home

When I first met Wanda, it was because we were room mates at the hospital. We were each recovering from having had surgery.

During conversation with her and with her Mom, we realized that we lived quite close to each other. Something else I realized after hearing Wanda's story of her life, was that God had brought us together for a reason.

Some people seem to suffer more in life than others. We seemed to be able to relate concerning this issue, but there were some differences.

While I had my Lord, Jesus Christ in my life, Wanda had some problems coping with life's trials. While no one enjoys having any kind of life trial, I recognized that Wanda had experienced some of the most difficult trials to overcome.

Truly, I don't need to discuss any details of the trials Wanda had experienced in her life. It's enough to say that I wouldn't wish any of them on my worst enemy. However, I will say that one especially was so terrorizing, that she just seemed to have trouble recovering from it.

I believed then, and I still believe today, that God brought us together, so I could be a support and a friend to Wanda; and she to me. God tells us in Ecclesiates 4:9-10, "Two [are] better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him [that is] alone when he falleth; for [he hath] not another to help him up."

Wanda was a good friend to all who knew her. She was a loving woman. She was kind. She was the person who would truly give you the shirt off her back, if she thought you needed it. You wouldn't even have to ask.

Wanda appreciated those who loved her. I will miss receiving cards from her in the mail, for my birthday. I will miss the good times we shared, both just she and I, and with her Mom, when Helen was alive.

Wanda was a good friend to me. I loved her and tried to be a good friend to her. Whenever we would meet or talk by telephone, either she or I would bring up the topic of God. You might think it was always me doing this, but if you thought this you would be wrong. Sometimes Wanda brought up the subject, too.

Many times, I reassured Wanda that even though she felt this way, God had not forgotten her. I reminded her that Jesus loved her, always.

Usually, Wanda would remind me that although she believed in God and in Jesus, she didn't think that they would look kindly upon her, for she wasn't what she called a 'religious' person and didn't often go to church. In response, I would remind her that religion doesn't get people into heaven. That the only way to heaven is by trusting or believing on the Lord, Jesus Christ.

John 14:6 tells us, "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

John 11:25 says, "Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:"

Of course, John 3:16 tells us, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

John 10:9 says, "I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture."

We know from these verses and more importantly, Wanda knew from these verses that in order to spend eternity in heaven with God, with Jesus, she needed to believe upon the work that Jesus did at the cross, when He died for the sin of the world, of all who would believe. When He died for her sin.

She also heard me remind her of Romans 8:38-39, "For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

With Wanda's health problems and being on various medications, it wouldn't be simple for any one of us to determine if she truly was trusting in Jesus, but I believe she was, because she told me so. I am trusting God for this, so that one day I will see her in heaven, when God calls me home.

I urge you, that if you don't know Jesus today, as your Saviour, please speak with me after Wanda's life celebration is completed, for as we found out when Wanda died at a fairly young age and unexpectedly, that we are not guaranteed tomorrow.

"Today is the day of Salvation." "Believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ and you shall be saved."

At the end of the eulogy, I began to sing Amazing Grace; many in attendance joined in.  It was a blessing.
Afterwards, Wanda's friend B spoke about her, also.  He was the person who found her and called Wanda's worker M, when he couldn't wake her.

Then M thanked everyone for coming and asked me to close with The Lord's Prayer.

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Wanda's Funeral...

It's evening now and I haven't stopped, all day!

This morning I was up and running, early.  Well, that is a figure of speech only, because if you know me, you know that I cannot physically run.  lol :-))

However, I did exercise both at home and with my trainer, this morning.  Once again, I thank all who have prayed for healing for me, because the pain is now very little.  I am hoping it will disappear and not come back in full force, again.  Blessings to you, my friends...

In addition, I also worked, although I did not show homes.  Even so, work is work!

This afternoon, I attended a funeral service for my friend Wanda, who died a week ago.  Wanda was a lovely woman, not without problems of her own.  I will just say that I am grateful I was asked to sing at her celebration of life and give a eulogy for her, for she was truly a blessing. 

The first (1st) song I sang is below, along with the lyrics.  Truly, I thought that this song reflected on how Wanda and I related, when I first met her (more will be said about this, later). 

I decided to post the lyrics, because I've heard from some people that they cannot click and open links.

Not Forgotten by Twila Paris  (The lyrics follow the youtube link)

When you think your dream is dying
He has not forgotten you
When your body aches from tryin'
He has not forgotten you

When you worry for tomorrow
Even though the sky is blue
See the sun is shining
He has not forgotten you

When July feels like December
He has not forgotten you
When it's painful to remember
He has not forgotten you

When it seems you can not win
And there is not much left to lose
He has got a plan
And He has not forgotten you

And hope will spring eternal
In the home of those who know
That loving eyes will follow
Every where we go

And even in the darkness
His promises are true
Keep this in your heart
He has not forgotten you.

He is faithful
He is present
He is listening
He is love

He is faithful
He is with you
He is listening
He is love

If your tired flesh has squandered
What your spirit would have saved
And your aimless feet have wandered
Far from all you truly crave

Turn and run toward your Father
Do not wait another day
See His arms are open
And He is calling out your name

And hope will spring eternal
In the home of those who know
That loving eyes will follow
Every where we go

And even in the darkness
His promises are true
Keep this in your heart
He has not forgotten you

He is in your heart
And He has not... forgotten..... you.

Since there is still more to be said regarding Wanda's funeral service, I will address it, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011


Once again, may God bless whoever has been praying for healing for me.  While I still have some heel pain, I am greatly improved, today.  Thank you!  Of course, continued prayer for full recovery, would be truly appreciated.

As you know if you read yesterday's entry, my apartment building was without water yesterday afternoon and evening, right up until bedtime, actually.  A burst watermain across the street was the culprit.

Before crawling into bed, I praised God for allowing me to have a shower!  What a blessing this was!  Thank You, Lord!

If I had been more relaxed, I probably could have gone to sleep, but I just could not do this.  My mind raced a mile a minute.  3:00 a.m., 4:00 and even 4:30 a.m. I watched pass by.  My alarm clock, which was set for about 6:15 a.m., rang a little to early for my liking.  Consequently, I did not have much sleep, last night.

However, my awake time wasn't a waste of time. 

In the middle of the night, after lying in bed for what I thought was too long, I got up and turned on my computer to check e-mail.  Ahhhh...yes!  The contract I needed to sign in order to have my book edited, had arrived! 

After dealing with the legalities, I made sure I sent my editor a copy of my manuscript, by e-mail.  What a blessing internet and e-mail are to me.  After all, a generation or two (2) ago, a feat such as this would not have been possible.  Thank You, Lord! 

Of course, I found time to post a few things, Christian things, on Facebook (FB), too.  :-))

As I mentioned, morning came early.  I had wanted to do laundry last evening, but due to having no water, I could not do it.  So, upon arising, I sorted and prepared to do my laundry.  By 7:00 a.m., it was well on its way.

While waiting for washers and dryers to complete their cycles, I once again checked e-mail. 

A company recommended to me by a FB friend, had sent me another message, regarding maintaining good health.  One of the several articles spoke about how lack of sleep can affect adversely, one's health.  Hmmm... sounded fitting for my circumstances, wouldn't you say?

Until next time...

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