Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Chicago Water Taxi!

If you've read recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you'll know that I had to fly somewhere in order to maintain my Delta Skymiles points for future use, when I am able to travel to Europe.

You'll also be aware that my friend J accompanied me to Chicago.  Our experience flying was okay, but upon arrival at O'Hare airport, things seemed to become rather frustrating, being delayed with problems relating to CTA and their one (1) day travel card, being taken on an extended road tour by a taxi driver, obtaining mosting incorrect info from people, and more that I haven't even discussed.

However, we finally made it to downtown Chicago!

As we exited the building where the train brought us to, we asked at least four (4) people for directions on where to go so we could catch the Water Taxi.  Each time, different responses.  So much for trusting people!

After much frustration on street level, having to go through an older building with staircases up and down a couple of times, due to the street being blocked off for construction, we finally found it!

Now, I must say, that as an experienced traveller, it doesn't really bother me to experience delays and such, but I think my heart was so broken over not having Gordon with me, that I just felt sick in my heart.

Not to mention, that this building we had to pass through with all the staircases and steep ramp, nearly killed my bad knee!

Upon arriving at the Madison St./Opera stop, we climbed down the (at least two (2)+ story) deep staircase, to the dock level.  We had just missed one of the ships and waited for another to take us down to the China Town area; it wasn't that we wanted to sightsee there, but we felt that this way we would see the whole route that the ships took, through downtown Chicago.

We waited, and waited, almost one and a quarter (1 1/4) hours.

By the time the ship arrived, we were burning up from sitting in the sun.  J began having problems with her feet, and I with my knees (all the stairs, etc.).

Even so, we enjoyed the Water Taxi ride.  Here are some pics:

Here's J on the Water Taxi!

Here's Chicago's Water Taxi exit for China Town!

Here's a rather unique parking garage!

Here's just one great view of Chicago!

When we finished our tour on the water, we once again had to climb those steep staircases, etc., in order to get out of the docking and construction areas.  By this time, we were worn out!  Not to mention that it was then late afternoon.

Thank you Lord, for helping us!

Well, at least J got her wish to do the Water Taxi thing!  Praise God for this!  As you can probably guess, there's more to be said about this adventure!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I had to fly somewhere in order to keep my Delta Skymiles points.  When I left off, my friend J had decided she needed to join me.

This wasn't meant to be a holiday or even a short vacation, but rather just a means to an end to reserve my accumulated travel points for future use.

Originally, I planned to visit a zoo there, maybe take in a museum and/or visit Millenium Park in downtown Chicago; I had planned to relax through the evening and later return to the airport and wait for my early morning flight back to Detroit. 

It wasn't that I was eager to see Chicago, it was more a case of just wanting to find stuff to do that would fill my time.

Once my friend J decided to join me, we discussed things to see and do.  She mentioned the only thing she really wanted to do was to take a ride on the Water Taxi.  I agreed, since it seemed like a nice thing to do.

Since we were going together, we had arranged accommodation at the Best Western Des Plaines, three and a half (3 1/2) miles from O'Hare airport, instead of spending a few hours at the airport.  J didn't think it was safe to stay in downtown Chicago and take the train back in the evening.  I trusted her judgement, so we arranged rooms for each of us.

It's a good thing I didn't have my heart set on doing anything special, because it didn't happen.  Yes, good old Murphy and his law, are still alive and well.  Of course, I realize that everything happens or doesn't happen for a reason that only God understands.

Upon arriving early Friday morning at O'Hare airport, we tried to obtain the shuttle ride to our hotel.  Talk about a screw up!  Well, it's enough to say I was beginning to feel rather frustrated.  Not just because I was upset about flying without Gordon, either (even if I was)!

Eventually, a taxi arrived to take us to our hotel.  Three and a half (3 1/2) miles is not far; the hotel had told us it would take about ten (10) minutes or so.  After about 20 minutes, I commented to the taxi driver that this was the longest three and a half (3 1/2) mile trip I had ever taken.

He then got off the maze of highway roads and headed towards our hotel.  On the way, he was kind enough to stop so we could pick up a Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) one (1) day pass at a store about a block down the street from our hotel, which would allow us unlimited bus and train travel for the day. 

Speaking of the pass, both online and when we phoned, CTA told us that this one (1) day pass would be available for purchase at the airport.  It wasn't.  The shortest pass they sold at O'Hare airport was a three (3) day pass.  Frustration!

In any case, we purchased our passes at the nearby Jewel store and proceeded down the street to our hotel.  We realized that check-in wasn't until 2:00 pm.  We had been told we could leave our bags and they would store them.  No problem.

The check-in clerk was busy, so he suggested we should partake of the breakfast provided, while we waited.  It was a lovely breakfast; I even made myself a waffle!

We checked in and were shocked that they allowed us early entry into our rooms.  They were lovely!  We each had a room with a memory-foam-topped king-size bed, a love seat, coffee table, plus all the usual furniture you'd find in a hotel room, including a fridge, microwave, coffee maker, iron, etc.

After refreshing ourselves, J and I took off.

The bus that was to stop near our hotel was supposed to be covered by the pass; we found it wasn't.  It did take us to the train station in Des Plaines, where we found out that the train that was supposed to be covered by the pass, wasn't.

The woman at the wicket kindly told us that the best thing we could do would be to purchase a ticket for the train about to arrive, take it to a few stops away, get off and transfer to the blue-line train that would be covered by our pass.  We did this; sort of.

Once on the train, the conductor came to punch our tickets.  I asked him how far it was to the stop that had been recommended to us to change onto the blue-line train.  He replied, asking why we would get off at all, since our ticket permitted us to travel right into downtown Chicago on that very same train.  Since it was quicker and less troublesome, we did exactly that.

While somewhat disappointing, it was interesting to note that other than the train conductor, no one had given us correct information. 

This was shocking to me, because Gordon and I had travelled together a lot, in various parts of the world and never really experienced this kind of thing.  I kept thinking to myself:  If people don't know, why don't they just tell the truth and say they don't know!

Yes, I felt like I wasn't having a great day!  Even if I was enjoying my time with J!  I thought, okay Lord, I'll just go with the flow!  No matter how frustrated I was, I just knew God would help me through it.  Even with the heartbreak of not having Gordon with me on this trip.

Sorry; I realize I'm long-winded!  I've yet to tell you about our day in downtown Chicago and show you some pics, so I hope you'll bear with me and read again, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, August 29, 2011

Flight Points?

Early Friday morning, I did something I have not yet done since Gordon died.  Yes, yet another first!

I flew somewhere.  In fact, I flew to Chicago.

Was Chicago my dream city to visit?  No.  Yet, I went.  You may be wondering why I went, at all!

Well, I received a letter from Delta Airlines several months ago, regarding Gordon's and my Northwest Air (NWA) miles that had been converted to the Delta programme, when Delta took over NWA.  It was then that I realized I had not notified NWA that Gordon had died.

I phoned Delta/NWA and was told to fax them a copy of Gordon's death certificate, which I did.  Delta added Gordon's miles to my account. 

However, the notice had also told me that the Delta programme was different than NWA's had been.  NWA's programme was much better, in my opinion.  You never lost your miles points. 

However, Delta's do not work that way.  In Delta's programme, in every two (2) year period, I must either use the points I've accumulated for air travel, or I must add to the existing points.  There must be some activity in the account, or else the points are lost.  Gone.  They disappear.

Well, knowing I have enough points to fly to Europe, there was no way I wanted to lose them.  Especially since I am not prepared to go at the moment.

So, my only alternative was to fly somewhere.  Lord help me, was my first thought!  It broke my heart thinking of going somewhere without Gordon.  But, I knew I had to do it.

At first, I thought I would just fly somewhere and return the same day.  After all, I'm not looking for a holiday, I was just wanting to fulfill my obligation to keep my points intact.

After checking out seat sales through Delta, I found that on certain days, Chicago was the place to fly to.  The fare was reasonable.  Although I didn't get a return flight the same day, I thought it was okay to stay overnight and return on an early morning flight the next day.

When researching for accommodation, I read horror stories about bedbug problems at hotels everywhere.  Believe me, I don't want to ever come across that sort of problem and risk bringing them home!

In the end, I decided I would just stay in downtown Chicago, enjoy a nice dinner or maybe a play or something, return to O'Hare airport later in the evening and catch 40 winks at the airport before my early morning flight.

Well, this didn't happen.  You see, my friend J decided I shouldn't go alone to Chicago.  She had been there several times and insisted it was too dangerous for me to go alone.

Stay tuned!  Tomorrow, you'll hear more about our adventure.  Yes, J decided to join me!

Until next time...

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Sometimes I Cry...

As I mentioned a while back, I wasn't feeling my happy self, Thursday, August 18th; especially in the evening.

No, I am not perfect.  In this life, I will never be perfect.  Only once I am in heaven, will I be as perfect as God wants me to be.  Until then, I am an imperfect person, living in an imperfect world.

Yes, I sometimes feel that old pang of grief.  It's not always easy looking at four (4) walls, never having anyone to speak with, unless your phone rings, or you dial someone else's number.  It isn't easy, knowing you'll never again see the person you love; in my case, Gordon.

Life isn't easy, but God is good.  He helps me, daily.  He lifts me up, encourages me, just as I try to do with others. 

For example, on Facebook (FB), I find myself encouraging people, regularly.  It's a hurting world out there.  People's lives are not always filled with happiness and laughter, even if they have joy in their lives, brought by trusting Jesus, for everything in their lives.

Here is a song I came across recently, that kind of hit home, for me.  Obviously, other people felt this way, too, because there has been over 100,000 hits on this Youtube clip.  It's called Sometimes I Cry, by Jason Crabb:

I hope you enjoyed this song.  I do.  It certainly doesn't describe all moments of my life, although it sort of describes me and some moments in my life.

Aside from feeling like I haven't had enough sleep lately, something happened to kind of feed this rather low feeling.  In an effort to feel better, I saw the movie Crazy Stupid Love.  Since I enjoy romantic comedies, I thought this would cheer me up.  It didn't.

In fact, I felt worse after watching this movie.  Oh, please don't misunderstand, it wasn't the movie; it was me.

I enjoyed the movie, but I cried through much of it.  The storyline burdened my heart.  I don't want to ruin the movie for you, especially if you haven't yet seen it.  And, I hope you do see it, because it was a good movie.  Just not good for me, on that particular day.

There was parts of the movie that involved sin.  Of course, unsaved people or those who don't really mind watching worldly movies, might not have noticed, but I did.

These days, movies can be very life-like in some ways.  Filled with sin, I mean.  Just like our lives; or, at least the lives of some people.

Until next time...

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Saturday, August 27, 2011

More About Strange Phenomenon...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about my granny's involvement with the occult.  As I have written about in the past, I grew up thinking such things were okay. 

Once I recommitted my life to Christ and thoroughly read God's Word, the Bible, I knew that my teaching with regards to the occult, was wrong.  It is wrong.  It's evil.  It's satanic.  God hates it. 

While some seers and readers are what some would call on the level, meaning they can truly see and/or know personal things and in some cases the future for people, this ability is not of God.  It belongs to Satan.

At first, while considering this whole situation, a thought ran through my mind that this experience may have been done by Satan, in an effort to mislead me.  After all, I had just declared to God that I did not feel competent enough physically to handle owning and maintaining a Roadtrek motorhome-type van, telling Him that I had cancelled the idea of purchasing one, literally moments before this strange phenomenon occurred.

While still thinking Satan was trying to lead me astray, I recalled my granny telling me that we are surrounded by spirits, always.  I recalled telling her that I became afraid at times, when I thought there were some around me; her reply to me was that I have control over them.  She continued on to tell me that if I am afraid or nervous, all I had to do was tell the spirit(s) to leave and they would, because they have to do what I tell them.

Oooo dear.  What thoughts, especially for a Christian.

I quickly repented, because another incident came to my mind.  One involving Gordon's mom.  When she was hospitalized on one occasion with a near death experience, I recalled her asking Gordon and I who all the people were who were in her hospital room.  He and I had looked at each other, with questioning glances.

We told Gordon's mom that there was no one in the room with her, but the two (2) of us.  She then replied asking why we couldn't see all the people in the room, since it was filled to capacity.  Then, she commented how she was beginning to recognize some of the people.  They were all dead. 

Oooo dear, once again.  When this incident happened, I realized that not all strange phenomenon's such as this happen, they are not all of the occult.  Some can be of God.

After all, God's word tells us that we should treat people well, because we may encounter angels.  Hebrews 13:2 tells us, "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."  Angels can come in any form, visual or not.

Then, my mind wandered, again.  Thoughts ran through my mind of Gordon being in the room or God making the pics and the book fly off the shelf, in an effort to give me a message.

In any case, until I go to heaven, I will never know what or who caused this incident to happen.  I can only say that nothing like this has never happened to me before.

However, I must say that I do feel God was sending me a message.  A message that I needed to stop thinking I wasn't competent in maintaining an RV-type van.  A message that this is indeed what I need to do.

Hence, I began again looking at Roadtrek's available for sale.  This way, as I work doing God's work throughout southern USA this winter, I will be able to not have to pack and unpack regularly.  I will be able to sleep in my own bed.  Be comfy in my own personal environment.  Be able to carry my books with me.  And, I won't have to be travelling to and from airports with heavy luggage.

In the end, I thanked God for the message I believe I received; it almost felt like a miracle, even if it wasn't.  Now, if it is His will, He will provide just the right unit for me.

Until next time...

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Friday, August 26, 2011

Strange Phenomenon, continued...

Were you shocked in reading yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry?  I was, not just in writing about it, but in this strange phenomenon actually happening.

So you can visualize what I am writing of, I have included a photo of part of my wall unit; the shelves I wrote of and am still writing about.

As you can see, there are many photos on the lower shelf, behind which are stored many books, as I previously mentioned.

In front of the pics, you'll notice that there is block of wood that says Jesus on it.

When the photos (including those with frames) all flew off the shelf, one might think that the only things left on the shelf would be those books stored behind.  If you thought this, you would be wrong, because the wooden block displaying the word Jesus, was still in place.

I looked at the situation and wondered how this could happen.  I came up with no answer.  As I mentioned previously, nothing more was moved, or disturbed in any way.  Except of course for the book I told you about yesterday.  The one that Gordon had bought me as a gift, so we could prepare to travel by RV in Europe at some point in time.

One thought came to mind.  The occult. 

My granny from N. Ireland worshipped at a Presbyterian church, on and off throughout her life.  Many people consider themselves Christian, even if they don't consider themselves born-again, or don't know that they need to be born-again, in order to gain entrance into heaven.  I believe my granny was one of those such people.

In addition, many people truly do not know what God instructs, because they don't read the Bible.  I believe that if my granny had known what God thought of what involvement she had with the occult, she might have rebuked it, and repented, walked away from it, leaving it as part of a past she couldn't change. 

But, I don't believe she knew God's Word, because she not only read tea leaves, but also had visions and dreams.  As I've mentioned in the past, she would sometimes phone my parents, with warnings for my dad to be careful in this area or while doing that, because there would be something dangerous happen and she didn't want him hurt.

Believe it or not, I still have more to say about this issue.  Please hang in there with me.

Until next time...

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Strange Phenomenon...

Hopefully, you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, in which I introduced the fact that something strange and unusual happened to me.  You'll also be aware that I had questioned whether or not I was physically capable of maintaining a Roadtrek motorhome-type van.

Well, the evening that I began to feel incompetent, I gave this much thought.  I reflected upon the whole situation for a few hours.  Eventually, I came to a conclusion.  I decided I could not physically handle maintaining a vehicle such as the one on my bucket-list, no matter how much it was my heart's desire.

My heart sank.  I felt like another part of me had died.  Well, in essence, part of me had died; one of my dreams.

Just then, something occurred that had never happened to me before, ever.  In fact, I had only ever heard of these such things happening, in movies.  Usually, movies involving the occult.

All of a sudden, all the photos on a shelf of my wall unit flew off the shelf.  Behind these pics were stored at least 20 or more books.

I couldn't believe my eyes.  The photos didn't just fall, they literally flew off the shelf.

My first thought was what just happened?  My mind raced as I reflected upon the situation.

Had the building swayed?  No.  Had I felt any sort of tremor?  No.  Was there something out of place that might possibly have caused something like this to happen?  No. 

My one unanswered question was:  Did God do this?

Looking at my wall unit and the rest of my livingroom and kitchen, I realized nothing else was out of place.  Nothing.  Nothing even from the shelf above the one where the photos flew off of, was moved.

I went over to investigate further.  The photos hadn't just fallen, for they were a couple of feet away from the wall unit.  In fact, two (2) of my framed pics had come apart upon impact, so that I had to re-install the pics into their frames.  Yes, I was surprised that no glass had broken!

However, I must say that in addition to my photos and frames being all over the floor, I also found one more item.  A book.

One (1) book.  There was only one (1) book.  It was one that Gordon had bought for us, as a gift to me.

It's entitled:  Take Your RV to Europe, The LOW-COST Route to Long-Term Touring.

As you can imagine, I have more to say about this.  Please stay tuned!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011


When I ended a Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry a while back, I mentioned there was more to be said with regards to obtaining a Roadtrek van.

I must say that even though it had been on my bucket-list of heart's desires, something happened recently that almost changed my mind.

A short time ago, while looking on-line at pre-owned Roadtrek vans, I began to feel rather odd.  For the first time ever, I began second-guessing myself, with regards to owning one.  I began to feel rather incompetent.

Rather odd for me, I thought.  After all, I am a rather confident person.  One who is normally sure in what I know/don't know and confident with regards to what I believe I can/cannot do. 

To think of myself being incompetent in owning a Roadtrek, was upsetting to me!

Oh, this had nothing to do with my capabilities with regards to driving this van.  After all, my past employment history included driving 44 foot-long school buses and various sized trucks, including large ones. 

Even today, I hold a commercial licence that will allow me to drive most vehicles.

No.  It wasn't that.  I began to question whether or not I could maintain a motorhome-like vehicle, on my own.  Meaning, could I physically maintain a Roadtrek?

As you may/may not be aware, I read travel blogs; rv blogs, mainly.  I realize there is regular work/maintenance to be done on these vehicles and not just the usual check fluids, etc.  Real maintenance of working items that enhance life.  Like heating/cooling systems, power systems, electrical systems, water systems, etc.  They all require regular maintenance.

Even though people looking at me might not be aware I am partially disabled, I do have limitations.  All of a sudden, reality hit me that one evening, that I may not be able to handle having an RV-type vehicle!

Knowing that there is definitely something I need to write about, in order to finish what I am writing about, I must continue, tomorrow.  Something happened that you will be shocked about.  I was, so I am sure you will be, too.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Book! Meds! 23rd!

Please forgive me for making one last posting of interruption of the topic we were discussing.

Today was a unique day for me, to say the least.

This morning, I was up early.  I did my in apartment exercise, like a good 'girl'!  lol  Okay, while I laugh here, I'm not always laughing at 5:30 am, when I begin doing my stretch and cardio workout.

Afterwards, I got ready to leave home for my usual workout at my friend M's basement gym.  By the time I finish this workout, I am literally worn out!  Exhausted!  Today was no different.

Returning home, I had to rush to shower and get cleaned up, for I had a medical appointment with my physician who takes care of me for my diabetes (before having to work today, too!)

He was happy with my weight loss.  He was also happy knowing I've lost many inches and have been working out. 

The results of my EKG done today at his office, was good, as was the rest of my checkup.  Although the results of last week's bloodwork was okay, he wasn't all that thrilled.

My three (3) months sugar level reading was slightly up from my last checkup.

Over the majority of the last year, I had been able to control my sugar level through diet and exercise.  However, since it was slightly elevated, he really wanted me to begin taking Metformin, once again.  Yuch!  I don't like that stuff; I don't feel well, when I take it. 

In an effort to not have him drop me as a patient, I compromised on my position.  I could have left his office, knowing that I didn't have to take medication, if I really didn't want to.

However, my doctor explained that with my family history of complications from diabetes, he really wanted me to be taking something.  We agreed I would take Januvia.

Hmmm...  I had taken this medication as part of a test group, shortly after I was diagnosed.  At that time, the cost wasn't covered by the government, nor my drug plan.  It was very expensive, to say the least. 

It seemed to work well for me, but at the time I was also taking Metformin.  So, I really won't know if I have any side effects by taking it, alone. 

I can say, that while taking Januvia, my sugar level did reduce, well.  Hopefully, it will work this way for me, now that it is available for those requiring it.  Unlike before, when I could only take it for the trial period.

Today, was a memorable day for me in other ways.

One very personal thing occurred that I won't talk about today, except to say that this has never happened in the past!  And, I pray it never happens to me, again.  Unfortunately, this prevented me from working out in the pool this evening, as I usually do!

Then, came the best.  My book:  Love Never Fails You... is now available.  In fact, not only did I find out from my publisher that it was available today, but I received the copies I ordered, for my own use. 

In addition, I received the Youtube link to use for promotion.  Once I received it, I posted it on my site:  Lynnie Books:

When I realized the date, I chuckled to myself.  Today is the 23rd of August.  If you only knew the number of memorable events in my life that occurred on the 23rd of various months!  I should have guessed that the number 23 would be involved somehow in this new development of my life.

It's truly amazing to me how God works!

Until next time...

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Monday, August 22, 2011

Real Love...

Before I forget again, I want to post this entry.  It is one I wrote in the past, but forgot to post!

Anyone who knows me, knows that I enjoy The Beatles music.  While checking out the karaoke version of The Beatles song Real Love (here's the Youtube link; it's lyrics aren't totally correct, but still, I was glad to have seen it!):

I noticed that at the bottom of the screen, there was something printed.  It reads:  Real love begins where nothing is expected.

Oops, after posting this entry, I went to play the above Youtube link, but it was no longer available; hopefully, it will return.  Just in case, I'm posting a link to another Youtube link:

Why was this important to me, when I read this?  Because, it reminded me that as a Christian, I don't expect anyone to love me, reach out to me, believe what I have to say, or convince anyone they need to have a personal experience with my Saviour, Jesus Christ.  I don't expect that anything I say to anyone will convince them of what God's Word, the Bible tells us.  I don't expect that I can have any impact on their beliefs. 

Because, the reality is, I am just a weak vessel.  To be used by God.  And, a tool to be used by the Holy Spirit.

Truly, I am just clay, being molded by God into the person He wants me to be.  Being conformed into the image of His Son, my Lord, Jesus Christ.

The only thing I can do is be true to God and His Word.  Tell the truth and shame the devil, Gordon's Mom used to say.

I want you, my friends, to know that whatever I write about on Life with Lynnie (LwL) regarding God, is not for my benefit, for there is truly no reason for me to do this, because there is no benefit to me.  I do not write about God and His Word, to puff myself up, to exalt myself, or to create an image that I am something I am not.

What I say, here on LwL and/or in real every day life, is meant only to honour God.  To bring glory to Him.

If you've read LwL from the beginning, you'll know that I have written that I have the heart of a missionary, even though I have not worked as a missionary, either here at home, or abroad.  While Gordon and I distributed tracts, spoke to people and gave out Bibles on each of our trips, holidays visiting other parts of the world, we did this not to make us look good.  We did this for God.  To be obedient to His calling.

Jesus said that if we love Him, we will do what He asks.  God commands glory.  He tells us that He is a jealous God.  That He wants us to put no other God's before Him.

So, when I post some upcoming entries talking about God and his Word, I want you to know that I am not doing this in an effort to cause a problem with anyone, to hurt anyone, to exalt myself or make claims that I am an expert. 

Rather, I will be doing so, to be loving to those I care about and to those who read LwL, and ultimately do exactly what Gordon's Mom always said.  Tell the truth and shame the devil.

Until next time...

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Sunday, August 21, 2011


Forgive me, but even though I said in yesterday's entry that I would continue today, with reference to the topic I was writing about, I had to interrupt my train of thought.

Not just because today is Sonday, my Lord's day.  Not just because I went to worship my God, even though I did.  But, there is another reason; a very important reason that I believe I need extra prayer for.

I believe in the power of prayer.  I believe prayer is multiplied mega-fold when two (2) or more people pray together, in agreement for the same thing.

I truly need your prayer.  Well, actually, it's not for me.  It's for my ten (10) year old grandson, Z.

If you've been a regular reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that a few weeks ago, Z was away with his family for a family reunion.  While there, he and some other family members went bike riding.

Windsor is a very flat area.  Where they were bike riding was hilly.  Z wasn't used to riding a bike on hills.  For some reason, Z lost control of the bike and wiped out.

You may or may not be aware that Z was hurt.  Without going into great detail, I will say that he had to have burn treatments every few hours at hospitals all across Ontario, until they arrived home.  Then, hospital burn treatments continued, here in Windsor.

That was at least a month ago.  Today, he is still bandaged on his shoulder, for he literally has a hole that doesn't seem to be healing well.  In addition, he still has a bandage on his wrist/hand.

Today, after church, I ran into my daughter near my church.  She was on her way to obtain medical treatment for Z.  She uncovered his wrist and showed me what the problem was.

Z's hand/wrist injury not only hadn't healed well, but it was oozing fluid.

Not wanting to malign anyone, I will say that the medical treatment he received recently regarding this unhealed injury, hasn't been good.  Now, this has developed.

He may/may not require skin grafting, after all.

Please pray for Z.  He needs total, restorative, physical healing.  Healing that I believe God can provide.  He is after all, our Great Physician.

Thank you for prayer for Z.  Please know that I pray for you, my friends and acquaintances, who care for me and/or Life with Lynnie, enough to read.  May God bless each of you, now and always.

Until next time...

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Saturday, August 20, 2011


Recently, you've read about Roadtrek vans.  In case you haven't read what I wrote, I will let you know they are class-B type vans, equipped as motorhomes, but licenced as a regular van, like my Grand Caravan.

The difference is how it is built and equipped.  While they use chassis built by various auto manufacturers, the company has a rather unique ability to outfit the vehicles they build with just about everything a person could want in a motorhome, without having to drive a bus-sized vehicle or the fuel expense of those larger RVs.

As I mentioned previously, owning one of these is certainly on my bucket-list, as my neighbour/friend K stated the other day.  Yes, Gordon and I had hoped to obtain one and do some travelling, both in N. America and in Europe. 

As you know, this dream never became reality, as Gordon died.

Well, off and on, I've thought about obtaining a Roadtrek.  Not really seeing any rush in the matter, I never seriously looked.  Just browsed.

However, I feel that God may be in the process of changing my life.  Only time will tell.  However, I am trusting Him to do so, and am believing that things are in fact changing.

As you know, I recently wrote a book, entitled Love Never Fails You... about overcoming life's trials and grief.  It will be available for purchase within a couple of weeks or so.

In addition, many of you may be aware that I have been asked to be one of several speakers, who will be speaking at a Celebrating Christ Conference in Wichita, Kansas, USA, in November.

What you may/may not be aware of, is the fact that the main organizer of this conference, has created a ministry organization called Hearts In Service (HIS) Ministries.  This true-blue Christian woman is a friend of mine; I met her on Facebook (FB), believe it or not.  Together, we led FB'sWoman's Bible Study Group in 2010 and grew to be good and trusted friends.

Well, in creating HIS Ministries, she needed to not only arrange this upcoming conference, but she needed to appoint officers to sit on the Board of Directors for the ministry.  I have been appointed one such officer.

In addition, plans are in the works to take this conference to other cities across USA and even Canada.

At first, I thought that I would just drive my van to the November conference, staying in hotels/motels along the way.  But, now that a tentative schedule will keep me busy across the southern USA throughout much of the winter, I am reconsidering having to travel this way.

I thought about flying to each location, still having to stay in various accommodations along the way, but the thought of all this made me feel uneasy.  Not to mention packing and unpacking over and over again.  The thought of never staying in my own bed for a lengthy period of time, especially with stories on the internet of accommodations with problems of bed bugs, didn't make me feel good.

Hence, the idea of obtaining a Roadtrek van once again arose in my mind.

There is more to be said about this, but I will need to continue this, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Friday, August 19, 2011

Time Will Tell...

For some reason, I was really bummed out, yesterday.  I can't understand it, but I was.

Even so, I relaxed somewhat by looking out at the moon, watching it glisten over the water, last evening.  What a beautiful and peaceful sight!  I felt truly blessed...

A few days ago, if you read recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you'll know that I went to see and test drive a used Roadtrek.  You may recall that I took my neighbour/friend K with me to see this motorhome-style class-B van.

Every time I think of taking K with me, I laugh.  She reminded me so very much of how Gordon was.  It seems the mold wasn't broken after all!

Just as Gordon would have done, K continually told me how I need to purchase this van.  How it was perfect for me.  How it would assist me this coming winter and how it would be filling one of my bucket list desires.

All of this done, of course, in front of the salesman.

This whole scenario reminded me of what I've written about in the past, of how Gordon did this very same thing when we were in Morocco.  How he continually let me and the salesman know that he wanted that rug that is hung behind our recliner chairs.

It's a good thing I've had a lot of training in negotiating!  That's all I am going to say on that issue.  lol :)

K was so adamant about my need to purchase this motorhome-like van that she actually told me later that evening, that if I didn't call back and make an offer, she wouldn't talk to me.

My reply was that I supposed we probably wouldn't speak for a very long time, then.  Later, she changed her mind, after we discussed the issue further.

I explained that although I am not truly nervous about purchasing a vehicle with high mileage, because I've actually had a vehicle with about three (3) times as much mileage, my opinion was that the price the owner wanted for the vehicle was way too high.  Especially since I could get one in USA for about the same price, with one third (1/3) the mileage.

K was concerned they would sell the van to someone else.  Well, I realize this could happen, but if God means for that particular vehicle to be mine, it will happen; if not, it won't.

I assured K that in a couple of days, I would hear from the salesman.  Well, yesterday was the day.  The salesman called me. We discussed the issue and I let him know where I stand. 

He knows I like the vehicle, that I feel it is comfy for me, even though it doesn't have all the bells and whistles that some of the other Roadtrek's I've seen advertised have.  He also knows that compared to others, I believe the price is too high.All I could say to him was that I would reconsider if the price was lower, but for now, my answer was no. 

Time will tell if this situation will change, if the owner will reduce the price.  I am doing my part, negotiating. 

The rest is up to God.

Until next time...

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Thursday, August 18, 2011

A Blessed Day!

In yesterday's entry, I wrote about the stressful decision I made to go with friends to Peche Island.  It wasn't an easy decision for me.

In the end, K encouraged me to go with her.  Off we went.  Down the elevator, through the lobby, out through our front door, along the walkway leading to the docking area.  Yes, we have boat slips here for about 20 boats.

We approached J & A's boat, to find a few people already aboard.  We joined them and waited a couple more minutes, until enough people arrived to fill the vessel to capacity.

Here's a pic of their boat!

Off we went.  It had been such a long time since I had been on a pontoon boat.  In fact, it had been a few years ago, when Gordon and I had been visiting with my cousin and her husband in Lake Havasu City, Arizona.  They had a similar style boat.  We had enjoyed cruising on the lake and into some of the nearby canyons.

My heart began breaking, thinking of my memories with Gordon and with my cousin's husband R, who is also now deceased.  Even so, I kept my composure.

Arriving on the island, some people went exploring.  I didn't.  Since my knee gave out on me a few weeks ago, I didn't want to have any further repercussions of stepping on uneven ground.

Instead, I relaxed in the area set aside for BBQing and picnicing.  K chilled out, sunning herself at the water's edge, as you can see in the photo below.  The building across the water, next to the yacht club, is our apartment building. 

Eventually, we embarked for the return journey.  We all agreed that it had been a wonderful experience!

Then, J turned on his radio.  It was all I could do to not burst out in tears.  What was playing?

Sarah McLachlin's song Angel, had just begun playing. 

While everyone commented about what a beautiful song this is, all I could think of is how God had placed that song on my heart after Gordon died. 

And, how He had given me the desire and ability to write some alternate lyrics for the song, to reflect the sorrow Gordon and one of his friends experienced, honouring God in the process.  And, how I had sung it for Bluesfest Idol last year, as well as a capella for various church groups.

Lord, this wasn't funny.

Of course, K felt that it was God's way of letting me know that Gordon was with us.  Once home, all I did was cry, for a short time.

We relaxed later, in the pool.  Of course, I did my exercise, while K floated around enjoying the day's warmth.

Then, J and A called everyone to come to the BBQ area.  We feasted on dinner, with them.  What a blessing that day turned out to be.  Thank you, friends.

Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Peche Island...

Last week is still a topic I'm working on, regarding happenings of my life!  I apologize for being so far behind.  Hopefully, you will understand better, once you read about the unusual topics I'll be discussing!

Last Friday, August 12th, was another first for me, without Gordon.

I did something that day without him, that I never thought I would do.  I visited Peche Island.

For those who don't know, my apartment building is directly on the water's edge of the Detroit River, where it meets Lake St. Clair.  Directly north of my apartment's view is a Canadian Island, called Peche Island.

There is no bridge to access the island; a person can only get their by boat, or swim it, if they're strong enough, which I believe would be rather dangerous.

In any case, when we first moved in this complex, we missed out on visiting Peche Island, because we weren't aware that one of our neighbours showed kindness and love to all who would enjoy visiting the island.  We missed the one day when they transported people to and from the island, using their boat.

Gordon and I had been at working and didn't even know this was happening, until the day was just about over.  We decided we would go the next year.

Well, that year, I was out of town working; interviewing, hiring and giving basic training to new mortgage consultants.  It was once again, a no go.  Gordon didn't want to go without me, so neither of us got to experience this treat.

In 2009, not only was I working, but Gordon was very ill.  Once again, we didn't get to experience visiting this island that consists only of conservation area.

Last year, since Gordon was dead and buried, I couldn't bring myself to join others who were celebrating the day, relaxing.  I passed on the trip, agreeing to take a rain cheque.

This year, my neighbour/friend K asked if I was going.  The couple who are gracious to do this annually, asked me if I was going.  Several people encouraged me.  So, I decided to go.

In the days leading up to this adventure, I questioned whether or not I should go.  Even though in and of myself, I truly wanted to go with the group, I just had such a hard time dealing with the fact that Gordon had wanted to go, only if I would accompany him and because of circumstances, we never got there.

Once again, my heart was experiencing the grief-filled pain and sorrow of my loss.

I questioned if I should go.  Back and forth my mind wavered.  Yes.  No.  Maybe so.

In the end, I decided I would go.  Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the trip!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011


Last night, I went to bed rather late.  Even though I was tired, I found I just couldn't sleep. 

So, I read my Bible until I found my eyelids feeling heavy.  Then, I turned off my lamp and drifted off into never-never-land!

Morning came early.  Too early.  So early in fact, that I reset my alarm for an hour later, because I just couldn't get up!

By the time I got up, eased my poor aching body and got ready for the day, there wasn't time for me to do the exercise I usually do at home, before going to the gym to work out with my personal trainer/friend M.  So, off I went to do my thing with M.

Afterwards, I almost went shopping, but was still so tired, I just couldn't make myself do it!  lol  I'll bet you never thought you'd hear that from a woman!  But, if you knew me, you'd know that I am truly not a shopper.  I only shop because I have to.

Arriving home, I began to do stuff I needed to do.  After all, I do work from home, as much as I can!

Late afternoon arrived.  My neighbour/friend K agreed to go with me to look at something I have been considering buying.  A Roadtrek van.

Don't know what a Roadtrek van is?  Well, it's a mini-type motorhome, but it is not licenced as a motorhome; it's licenced the same as my Grand Caravan, as a regular-type van, so it can be parked anywhere, without any parking restrictions, like a regular A or C type motorhome would have.

Here's a link to their site:

If you're anything like me, you'll love what you see. 

In fact, had Gordon recovered, healed and not died, we probably would have bought one, because we agreed this was what we wanted to enable us to do some travelling, without having to get a measly few miles to the gallon.  These vans usually get between 16 - 22 miles per gallon, depending on whether city driving or highway driving is involved. 

Together, Gordon and I went on a tour of the manufacturing plant, in Kitchener, Ontario, a few months before he died.  My niece's husband works there, so it was an extra incentive to go see how they are made.  We got to visit family, too!

In any case, K and I went to see a Roadtrek.  A used vehicle.  It was the model I like best, being a Roadtrek 190 Popular.

Well, okay.  I also like the Roadtrek 200.  It is slightly longer than the 190, but is wider and would not be as easy to park in a regular parking lot, especially those newer ones, where the parking spaces are so tight that you feel like a sardine, even in a smaller vehicle!

The reason I like the Roadtrek 190 Popular, is because in the rear, the seating/sleeping arrangement makes either two (2) twin beds, or it can be made up into one (1) king-size bed.  Being alone, I like the idea of using one (1) bed as a couch to relax on, and using the other as my sleeping area. 

Of course, in any of the models, the front passenger seat swivels to face the living area.  Tables can be placed in front or in rear, or both, depending upon your needs.

The one we looked at today, was equipped with a toilet, shower, air-conditioner/heat pump that will cool or provide heat, a television plus digital receiver and dvd player, a microwave, sink, refrigerator/freezer, a two (2) burner stove and much more.

The only thing I didn't really like about it, was the mileage.  It had much higher mileage than I really want in a vehicle.

So, all in all, I feel I cannot rush into this.  Instead, I will think about it and pray about it.  Where God guides, He provides.

Until next time...

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Monday, August 15, 2011

Up and At 'Em!

Today, I was really busy!  Too bad it wasn't all with work!

Around 5:00 a.m., I got my weary body up and out of bed.  As is normal for me, I went to relax in my recliner chair, to ease up my back and neck.

Then it was exercise time!  As I have mentioned in the past, I cannot do all my exercise at one time; I break it up into segments with breaks in between. 

Yes, I am now able to exercise and want to do it, but I still have limitations on what and how much I can do.  Even so, I push myself to the max.

Afterwards, I showered, got ready to go out and left my apartment.  Too bad it was to once again go to the dentist's office!

Last week, I mentioned I had to have four (4) fillings replaced, because after I fell fact-first onto the concrete sidewalk about a month ago, I lost them!

By the way, I would like to say that I am feeling greatly improved, even if I am still feeling pins and needles and a burning feeling in my face.  Bruising and pain is almost gone, now.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

The reason I had to go to see my dentist once again, was because one that was replaced last week, I had a problem with.  It was easily resolved, but took up part of my morning.

Then, it was off to the gym, at my friend M's home.  Yup, did my workout, there!

Think I went home, then?  If you thought this, you would be wrong.  It was time for me to go to the medical laboratory to have my bloodwork done.

Next week, I'll be seeing the doctor who takes care of me, concerning my diabetes.  Consequently, I not only had to have my body emptied from some of my blood of life, but I also had to bring my glucometer with me, so I could also test myself. 

Whenever I have bloodwork done, I must test myself at the same time.  The reading is marked down and compared to the bloodwork tests, to determine if my glucometer is working properly.

Phew!  By the time I got home, it was noon!

Since I had to fast, in order to do the bloodwork, I was hungry by the time I got home.  Lunch sure tasted good!

Finally, I had time to do some work.  In between, I made sure I worked on FB for a while.  And, I also had to speak with my publisher.

My book, Love Never Fails You... will be available in a few weeks!  It's hard to believe, but for me, it's like a dream come true.  Thank You, Father!  I'm blessed and I know it!

Until next time...

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Feel Wanted?!

A week ago Saturday (August 6th) morning, I slept in.  Believe it or not.  I could hardly believe it, myself!

While it was about 9:00 a.m. when I awoke, I felt as if I had slept for a week, because I hadn't set my alarm and just relied on my body to wake me.  Ahhh... it felt good!

As the day went on, it grew more and more humid.  Even so, I did some exercise, some work around my apartment and went to the pool for my pool exercise and to relax. 

Later, I wrapped a gift, wrote a card and prepared to go have dinner with a group of women.

We met at a restaurant that caters to mid-eastern cuisine.  It wasn't my choice, but I found the place without too much trouble.  No, I hadn't been there, before!

A couple of the women in attendance, I had met previously.  However, the women sitting nearest to me, I wasn't familiar with.  All the women in attendance seemed to know each other.  Except for me, that is.

Eventually, the two women I knew I was familiar with walked into the restaurant.

Together, in unison, we all yelled, "Surprise!  Happy Birthday!"

Our friend T's birthday was being celebrated.  T and my mutual friend J greeted everyone, exchanging comments and giving best wishes to the birthday girl (woman, I suppose I should say!).

After J said her hello's, she came to sit next to me.  I was glad! 

Even though I had seen J for a few minutes on a couple of recent occasions, it had been quite a while since we were able to actually sit, talk and visit.  It was so-o nice!

While I wasn't able to enjoy some salad that was served at the beginning of the meal, because it contained radishes, which I am allergic to, I did enjoy the rest of the meal.

We feasted on shrimp, chicken, beef/lamb, rice and pita (bread).

Of course, no birthday party would be complete without Birthday Cake!  Actually, it was an ice cream cake that we devoured!  Mmmm.... delicious!

T opened all her gifts, gave thanks to all and once again commented on how shocked she was that she was given a surprise Birthday Party!

It seemed to me that everyone enjoyed this party as much as I did!  I was thankful that it turned out well, too. 

Several of the women invited me to their church, to worship with them.  I assured them that I would certainly visit with them, even if I didn't come to worship there, on a more permanent basis.

It's always nice to feel wanted, isn't it?  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Saturday, August 13, 2011


In yesterday's entry, I wrote about how I attended the Information Meeting at the Caboto Club, concerning the General Motors Canada (GM) lawsuit concerning the healthcare benefits for retirees who retired before 2009 and/or surviving spouses.

What I failed to mention is that I did go to a microphone and ask a question.  When the meeting ended, I decided I needed some clarification on something, from the person who was in charge of the event.

As I approached the person, I was one of several people lined up waiting to speak with the man.  The person in front of me, turned slightly and I almost had heart-failure!

Aloud, I said, "B!  I can't believe you are here!"

The man ahead of me was one of Gordon's friends from work.  They had worked together both in Windsor, and in London for nearly a couple of years, before returning to Windsor, once again.

Over the last year, B had a couple of surgeries, having both hips replaced.  The surprising part to me was that he was well enough to actually travel to Windsor, for he now lives in St. Thomas (just south of London), Ontario; a drive of about two (2) hours away!

We spoke for a few minutes and discussed the issue with another of the speakers, before going our own ways.  Before leaving, I reminded B that it was the first (1st) Friday of the month, meaning that it was time for Christian Singles' Cafe!

B is not a born-again Christian, but he had in the past attended once or twice, when he was in town.  Although B didn't commit to attending, I implored him to do so.

Before it was time to go to Tim Horton's (a coffee shop at our new location of Tecumseh Rd. E., next door to Red Lobster Restaurant) for Christian Singles' Cafe I saw my friend J, who wasn't attending with the rest of our group.

Eventually, I made it to meet with our group.  We had a group of about 14, if I remember correctly; it's hard to say, because I didn't write down everyone's name and we had a person or two (2) leave early.

Yes, B showed up, about an hour after our group met.  I believe B had a great time of fellowship with the group, for we shared quite a few laughs! 

For this, I am thankful, Lord!

Until next time...

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Friday, August 12, 2011


Last Friday (a week ago) was a rather full day for me!

Once again, I was up early, did my exercise and went to work out at my friend's gym.  After returning home to shower and clean up, I made my way to the Caboto Club, here in Windsor.

Arriving well before 10:00 a.m., I had trouble finding a parking spot.  After circling the property a couple of times, I finally found somewhere to park and made my way into the building.

The room was filled with people.  There must have been a thousand people!  I'm not kidding.  I was floored seeing so many people.

Why were we all there?

Well, a few weeks ago I received a letter saying that I was part of a class-action lawsuit against General Motors Canada (GM), with regards to retirees who retired from GM, prior to 2009 and/or their surviving spouses.  The lawsuit is about the healthcare benefits.

Until I sat in this Information Meeting, I had no idea what was going on.  I was glad I went.

Apparently, many years ago, GM borrowed some funds from the healthcare fund and it wasn't repaid in full.  Now, I don't want to go into a lot of detail, but I will say that it explained to me why our healthcare benefits were drastically changed since Gordon died.

A proposed settlement will be decided upon in court.  Hopefully, the judge will see the injustice of the situation and protect all who are currently insured and not side with the corporation who created this dilemma.

If we lose this lawsuit, it will certainly place a greater burden on our governmental healthcare system, for then the government will have to provide in part for lost benefits currently received through the insurer.  I believe this would be a tragedy that would affect everyone and not just those like me, who are currently insured by this plan.

In a few months, we will all be advised as to the court decision.

Of course, God's will is always done.  I am praying that God's will is for GM retirees and/or surviving spouses will not be hurt any further from this situation, nor the taxpayers who will have to pay more in taxes to cover the costs that the government will have to cover, if this lawsuit is lost.

If you can find it in your heart to pray with regards to this matter, I would appreciate it.  May God bless you, for this.

Until next time...

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Thursday, August 11, 2011


This morning came really early.  By shortly after 4:00 a.m., I was up and easing my back and neck while reclined in my livingroom chair, looking out onto the darkness that enveloped the view from my building.

Once my body could function enough to begin my stretching and cardio exercise, I was up and running.  Not literally, of course!

It is not a case that I can do all this workout at once, because I cannot.  Unfortunately, I am still limited to what and how much I can do, so I find I do my exercise in segments, with rest in between.

Later, I went to my friend's gym, to work out, doing more cardio and strength training.  But, before this, I had somewhere I had to be.

Today, I was scheduled for another early morning dental appointment, so off I went.  It was hard to believe that the dental office's waiting room was almost full to capacity, before 8:00 a.m., but it was!

I thought I was having two (2) more fillings replaced that had loosened and/or been lost after my fall about four (4) weeks ago when I injured my face, but to my surprise, I had misunderstood.  I had three (3) fillings done, today!  Plus one (1) on Tuesday, meant a total of four (4) fillings had to be replaced this week.

It is now evening, and my poor mouth and jaw is still hurting and the freezing has not quite gone, yet.  Hard to believe? 

Well, I had several needles to freeze the left side, on both the upper and lower parts of my mouth.  Unfortunately, the lower did not take, so I had to have a few more injections done in order to be frozen, properly.

My dentist commented that it was no problem, as I am allowed a couple more than what I actually received.  Be still my heart!  I was glad I didn't need the maximum!

Not only do I hate receiving injections, but I truly hate needles. 

It's a story for another time, but the main reason is because many years ago, I worked in the office for a manufacturer of needles.  A friend used to show me some of the rejects, under a microscope. 

Yuch!  Don't ever do this!  If you do, you may never again, ever want to have a needle enter your body for any reason!!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Killer...

Ever since the beginning of the month, I've been trying my hardest to not allow myself to become overwhelmed with grief, once again.

From time to time, I've succeeded.  However, on those special days, like Gordon's birthday being July 31st and the 1st of August being the anniversary of his collapse, I just cannot seem to not feel sorrowful.

Today, is the 22nd month anniversary of Gordon's death.

Last evening, I could feel myself once again struggling.  In fact, even as I was driving yesterday, I struggled.

You see, while driving yesterday, I passed by what's left of a structure that is being torn down.  It was the site of the old Grace Hospital, where I had surgery, where some of my grandchildren were born, and where Gordon was born.

Stopped at the light, I began to cry.  Lord, if there is a way to heal me fully from this grief, please do so!

At home, it's hard to deal with grief at times.  Sometimes, I feel happy looking at furniture and keepsakes that remind me of Gordon; then, there are other times when I look at those same items and all I can do is cry.

There are times when I feel like this grief is a real killer.

Of course, I looked around my apartment and realized that in some sense of the word, I am a killer.  Okay, don't lose your cool!  I haven't murdered anyone.

However, I have murdered a few plants.  Gordon was always the gardener in our family, not me.

For some reason, I have the proverbial black thumb.  It seems I cannot keep plants alive, for some reason.  No matter what I do, they just seem to die off.

You might think this is strange, but the plants that were positioned beside Gordon's recliner chair have all died.  In fact, only one (1) plant is alive, and that one is a Christmas cactus that I received after Gordon died.

This week, the final plant that Gordon loved kicked the bucket.

Part of me thinks they missed him.  Just as I do.

The plants nearest where he sat, are all gone.  One plant flourished while Gordon was alive, so much that he was continuously splitting and repotting it.  In fact, he had done this just a few days before his collapse. 

I was going to give one of those two (2) pots away again, but it didn't happen, because one of them died, almost immediately after Gordon died.  The remaining one, is now gone.  Like Gordon.

Gone forever.

No matter how much prayer, love and affection there was, it just wasn't enough to keep all alive.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Healing of a Different Kind?

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote that I believe God was providing a measure of healing for me, even if it was in a rather convoluted way. 

Allowing me to fall and hurt myself didn't seem to be the way I thought He would choose, but it seems it was exactly that.  Or, at least that's what I am trusting Him for!  After all, the results have proven themselves to be a healing of a different kind, for my shoulder.

Early this morning, I awoke.  It was earlier than I would normally wake up at, being before 4:00 a.m. 

After a while of tossing and turning, not being able to return to sleep, I got myself up, sat for a while in my recliner, easing my back and neck and then decided to do something fairly different for me.  I began to do my stretching and cardio in-apartment exercise.

Is that a chuckle I hear?  Hey!  I'm joining you!  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that by about 4:20 a.m., I would be doing exercise of any kind!  Anywhere!  For any reason!

After all, until a few weeks before Gordon died, I could hardly exercise at all

Talk about God providing for me!  It's almost unbelievable how He's provided!

After exercising this morning, I refreshed myself, rested and went back to bed.  I had no trouble sleeping then! 

Awaking for a second time today, I took off to my friend's gym, to work out.  More cardio and this time, strength-training exercise.

Afterwards, I had to rush home, clean up once again, change my clothes and hightail it to my dentist's office, for my 10:00 a.m. appointment.

No, today's wasn't my first dental appointment in recent time.  Yesterday, I had my teeth cleaned and my check up done.

One reason I elected to go at this time for my check up was because I knew that after I had that strange fall, face-first onto the sidewalk, not only have I experienced pain, but I knew that the jarring must have loosened some of my fillings.

To be honest, I was thankful that I didn't lose my teeth as a result of that fall.  As a child of abour four (4) or five (5) years old, living in Detroit, I had a fall like that once.  The result of the childhood fall was that I lost my two (2) front teeth, earlier than I should have!

So, I'm sure you can see that I was happy I still had my teeth. 

In any case, I knew for sure I had lost one filling and suspected a second one, too.  The check up proved that in fact, I had lost three (3) fillings!  Yuch!

Today, the largest missing filling was replaced.  On Thursday, the others on the other side of my mouth, will be replaced.

Oh well, I suppose I can just thank God for this, rather different kind of healing, even if I don't enjoy having any dental work done. 

After all, He did tell us to be thankful in all things!

Until next time...

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Monday, August 8, 2011

A Measure of Healing...

Before I begin today's entry, I would like to wish my blogging friend George from The Adventures of Tioga & George, a hearty congratulations for having had over six million hits on his blog.  Here is a link where he posted about it:  Six Million

There is something else I've been meaning to tell you, but with being caught up in writing about sin, I realized I hadn't yet written about it.

Last Wednesday, I finally got to see my family physician!

If you recall, almost four (4) weeks ago, I was doing gardening work over at the house I own near the University.  As I was attempting to use a shovel, my knee that needs replacing gave out on me and I fell, face first onto the concrete sidewalk.

When I say face first, I mean truly face first.  In fact, my nose hit the cement before any other part of my body crashed down. 

I must admit, that even today, my face is still burning.  Oh, the scabs have dropped off my nose and face, the bump on my forehead has resolved itself, but there is still bruising on my leg and foot.

As you are probably aware, I went to a nearby walk-in clinic, where the physician had me x-rayed, to find out if I had any fractures on my face or nose.  At the time, the x-ray technician actually called me back in to take more pics, asking me how long it had been since I had all those pins and screws surgically implanted in my face.  I replied, since the mid 1980's.

The walk-in clinic physician had instructed me to wait until the following week to see my family doctor, to get the results of the x-rays, because the technician wasn't able to determine if I had any fractures; they were going to have a senior radiologist read the pics.

The trouble was, my physician wasn't available.  It took until last Wednesday, before I was able to see him; three (3) weeks, in all!

Praise God!  I thank Jesus that it was determined that I had no fractures that they could see.  I didn't relish the thought of having major surgery once again, and certainly didn't like the idea of having my jaw wired shut for another six (6) week period, either!

Still, I would like to know why my face is still burning and feeling like pins and needles. 

Oh well.  That's life.  I will continue believing that God is providing a measure of healing for me, because the truth is, I had no feeling in part of my face, as a result of the extensive surgery I had in the past.

Think this doesn't happen?  God does things and allows things in my life, to provide a measure of healing from time to time.

In fact, this fall did provide a measure of healing in one way. 

After suffering with shoulder problems, since the bus collision of almost 31 years ago, the fall actually seemed to put something back into place that must have needed fixing, because even though I have suffered with neck, shoulder, arm, elbow, wrist, hand and finger pain once again, the pain is subsiding.

My shoulder feels more normal than it has in all those years, even if it is not truly 100%, yet.  In fact, after all this time, I am finally able to sleep with my arm down beside my body.  This was something I haven't been able to do, for in order to avoid extreme pain, I had to sleep all these years with my arm bent up towards my head.

So, all in all, even though I may never be totally healed and/or pain free, I am praising God and thanking Jesus, for the work done in my body.  In my opinion, this fall was meant to give me a measure of healing.

Until next time...

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Sunday, August 7, 2011

Pool Playtime!

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry I wrote about exercising and using the pool.

Well, on Thursday, I was truly blessed. 

In the afternoon, I picked up two (2) of my grandsons, J and A.  After doing an errand and making sure we picked up potato chips they wanted, we returned to my apartment.

After munching on the potato chips and talking for a while, the three of us went to the pool.

In the morning, we had storms, but by the time we went to swim, the weather was wonderful.  The sky was clear, the weather warm, but not so hot we couldn't stand it and the sun shone, brightly. 

I felt like God was blessing me.  Of course, He was.

Instead of working out as I usually do in the pool, I just played with my grandsons.  We started out in the shallow end, because I wanted to make sure they could both swim well enough to move later into the deep end of the pool.

Even though both my grandsons were able to swim, I was glad they wanted to each use a noodle, because it gave me extra assurance they would be okay in water deeper than in the shallow end.

I planned to BBQ about 5:00 p.m.  My daughter B, was supposed to arrive by then, along with my granddaughter, A.  Just before the appointed time, I received text messages and a phone call.  She would be late.  At least 6:00 p.m. would be the new time to meet up.

Another hour in the pool!

I had to laugh, because I am not used to spending three hours in the pool at one time, exercise or not!  Especially not in the middle of the afternoon, when the sun is the strongest!

Even so, once B arrived with A and a friend, we all gathered up the food and went to the BBQ and picnic area.  Mmmm... we enjoyed a great meal, together.

After a time of conversation, we cleaned up and the boys returned to the pool, for a short time.  Grandma, too!

I must say, that since it hadn't been long since they ate, I wouldn't allow them in the deep end.  Instead, we played in the shallow end, where I knew they would be okay.

Eventually, we returned to my apartment and spent some time visiting.  It felt wonderful to have some of my family with me.  Thank You, Lord!

I feel blessed.  Maybe, because I am blessed.

Until next time...

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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Under Control?

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll know that I've been discussing the topic of sin.

Well, I thought I might take a break from this, so that I could tell you about what my week was like.  Hopefully, you won't mind this break from ministry entries!

This week was my first week back at the gym, working out with my friend M and fellow exercisers!  As you are probably aware, if you've been a reader for a while, M had surgery, so her gym was closed for just over two (2) weeks.

I must say that even though M's gym was closed, I didn't stop exercising! 

In fact, I increased stretching and what I call my in-apartment exercise, immensely.  And, of course, since the pool in my complex finally opened, I was able to use the pool daily.

For anyone who doesn't know, I enjoy working out in the pool.  I can exercise without having pain overwhelm me; at least until later, once I'm out of the pool! 

My friend across the hall, K always comments regularly, on how committed I am to working out in the pool.  She's surprised that I rarely seem to ever just relax in the pool and visit with others.  Well, that's me!

Some of you may be wondering why I am working out so much.  Well, firstly, it's because I can, now.

Finally, I became able to move my neck, shoulders and back more freely, about 29 years after the major collision I was involved in.  While I may never be 100% fully healed, I can now work out, where I couldn't do much of anything, before.

For this, I will be eternally grateful!  To God first, and also to my chiropractor!

Of course, I am trying to not just get my weight down and become physically stronger, but I am mainly trying to reverse the type 2 Diabetes I have. 

Believe it or not, when I work out, it does help my sugar level.  Even better, when I work out in the pool, my sugar level lowers even more!

So, it's no wonder I love working out in the pool!

Thank You Father, for giving me enough of a measure of healing to be able to try to get my physical life somewhat under control.

Until next time...

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Friday, August 5, 2011


The fact of the matter is, that the Bible, God's Word, teaches that if we love Jesus, we are dead to sin. A few verses where we are told this, are as follows:

* Galatians 5:24, "And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts."

* Romans 6:6, "Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin."

* Colossians 2:11, "In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands, in putting off the body of the sins of the flesh by the circumcision of Christ:"

We are also told in 2 Corinthians 5:17, "Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new."

As you've just read, our becoming a new person when we gain salvation through trusting/believing on our Lord, Jesus Christ is clearly evidenced.

If we belong to Him, we have not only done away with the past sin in our lives, but no longer want to sin anymore. 

Please don't misunderstand me; I realize that we all fall into sin at one time or another.  This is a topic for another time.  When I commented we no longer want to sin, I meant want to sin.  By the grace of God, we can avoid sinning.

But then, there are those who don't believe that there are some living on this earth today, whose lifestyle is sinful.  And, they are teaching others that it is okay to continue with sin in their lives.

An example of this in today's society, is with regards to homosexuality.  But, there are other areas of sin that people think is okay, also.  

The importance of writing about this subject is not to point out sin in others' lives, but rather to make the point that we must take God seriously.

And, there is much more to be said about this topic of sin.  Hopefully, you will hang in there and bear with me.

Until next time...

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Love, Alone?

If you've read Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries for the last couple of days, you'll know that I've been writing about loveGod's love.

As I have mentioned in previous entries, there are some who teach a false gospel.  A gospel that only speaks of God's love. 

While God is love.  God is not just that, alone.  While He is our God of love, He is also our God of wrath.  He destroyed the earth by flooding it, saving only Noah, his family and the ark filled with pairs of animals, birds, etc., that God wished to inhabit the world after the waters receded.

Unfortunately, there are some Christian denominations that never speak of God's wrath. 

Some false teachers/preachers only speak of God's love, and never of God's wrath, even though the Bible speaks of God's wrath in Romans 1:18, "For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness;".

In essence, those who support those ideas of God not being wrathful, are leading people astray, for they are not teaching a full gospel message; one that every person on earth needs to hear and acknowledge.

Some are teaching people that all they have to do is love Jesus.  Well, just as Satan uses partial truths to make untruths seem real enough to lead some astray, people who teach this, are doing likewise.

Oooohhh, dear.  This will spark some outrage, for sure.  Because, some of those who teach only about God's love, also teach another false idea. 

Some are teaching that because Jesus died for those who believe, and because our sins are forgiven when we come to Christ, some teach that it is okay to continue with having sin in our lives.

This is absolute heresy.

The fact is, Jesus said:

*  If ye love me, keep my commandments (John 14:15).

*  He that hath my commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth me: and he that loveth me shall be loved of my Father, and I will love him, and will manifest myself to him (John 14:21).

*  If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father's commandments, and abide in his love (John 15:10).

Some people are teaching that because Jesus gave us only two (2) commandments in the New Testament covenant, for example in Luke 10:27, "And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.", that it is okay to continue with sin in our lives.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere.  Unfortunately, it will have to wait until tomorrow!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Dead or Alive?

Yesterday, I wrote about God's children being joint heirs with Christ. 

I also wrote about how some people are so blinded to the truth that they are sometimes misled by false teachers/preachers who teach/preach a gospel message, but only of the love part.

As I mentioned yesterday, God is not a genie in a bottle.  He is there for us.  However, He is not there to grant every one of our hearts desires.

He has a plan for each of His children.

We don't know the plan He has for our lives.  None of us can see the future.  Nor can any of us understand why we sometimes suffer in life.

And, we do suffer.  At least, if we belong to Christ, we suffer.  If you haven't yet read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I suggest you do, for then you'll understand what I am referring to.

Just as Christ suffered, we are called to suffer.  And, those who belong to Him, do suffer, generally speaking.  However, we are not left alone by God to suffer.  He is with us and has guaranteed us that we will overcome.

Jesus told us that because He overcame the world, so can we. There are several verses that support this statement, but the one that comes to mind is 1 John 4:4, "Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world."

This is one reason baptism is so important.  Firstly, it's important because God commanded us to repent and be baptised (Acts 2:38).  Of equal importance is the fact that when we come to Christ and gain salvation by trusting/believing on Jesus Christ, we not only gain salvation, but we develop a relationship with Jesus Christ.

When we elect to be baptized, we are making a public declaration that we not only belong to Christ, but that we are dying to self (going under the water) and living for Him (being raised again, as a new creature in Christ).  In Romans 6:11 we read, "Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord."

It is clearly evident that because God loved us, He made a way for us to be saved from an eternity in hell.  All you have to do is believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ and you will be saved (Acts 16:31). 

Hopefully, you are trusting/believing on the Lord, Jesus Christ.  If you're not and want more information, please e-mail me or speak with a Bible-believing Christian friend.

However, even though we discussed the fact that God loves us, there is more to be said about this idea of love.  Stay tuned!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Joint Heirs?

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote about how God is not concerned as to whether or not I/we are happy.  I also commented that as long as we have joy in our Lord, that's all that matters.

I felt I wanted to discuss this in more depth.  For sure, God loves his children.  Those who are trusting in Jesus Christ for their salvation are God's children!  Why is this important?

Well, we read in Romans 8:17, "And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together."

What a wonderful verse God gave us!  He gave us a promise within this verse that if we belong to Him, we are His heirs, being joint-heirs with Christ!

How could a promise ever be more important than that? 

Ah, but don't be misled.  Some people only read part of that verse and don't take into account the second (2nd) part of the promise.  The part that contains a condition.

Remember, it continues on to tell us that if we suffer with Him, that we may be also glorified, together!

There are some who would tell you that God is love.  He is.  This is true.

But, as is the situation with some who are preaching a different gospel than the one the Bible teaches, some people mislead others by telling you that because God is love, no one is more important than you.

Some people are misled by being incorrectly taught, that because God loves them, He's like a genie in a bottle, that will make all your dreams come true.

This is untrue.  And, it's not untrue, because I am saying it is.  It is untrue, because the Word of God tells us so.

Obviously, there is more to be said about this, so I will continue, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, August 1, 2011

His Everything...

Before I continue discussing my thoughts regarding yesterday, I must thank my friend K, from across the hall. 

As you know, from time to time, we cook for each other.  Exchanging meals is something we do fairly regularly.

Earlier in the week, after I provided dinner for us, K mentioned she would cook on the weekend.  Well, yesterday was the day.

After being in the pool and wondering what I should have for dinner, because I didn't feel like cooking, I arrived home to find my dinner waiting for me.

Thank you, K.  I appreciated dinner yesterday, more than you are probably aware.  May God bless you, not just for the delicious meal, but for you, for your friendship, and for your Christian love to me.

As you know if you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I was feeling rather sad, yesterday.  Grief-filled, once again. 

It was Gordon's birthday and I was missing him, very much.

As usual when I am feeling this way, God reminds me that He is truly in control of everything in my life. I belong to Him. He will use me as He sees fit.

He lifts me up.  He encourages me.  He provides for me.  Always. 

It matters not to Him, if I am happy or sad, looking up or looking down.  After all, what we call happiness here on earth is of little importance to God. 

Now, if I didn't have joy, that would be a different story.  But, I do have joy, in my Lord!

He promised to never leave me, nor forsake me.  He doesn't.  He promised to be with me always, even 'til the end of the age.  Amen!

God obviously has a plan for my life. Who am I to question this?

To the world, I am no one. Nobody. Nothing. Garbage.

To God, I am important. I am His child. I am everything.  And, so are you... if you belong to Him.

Until next time...

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