Friday, September 30, 2011

That Day...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I am thankful to God, even for the trials in my life.

It's not a case that I like those trials, for the fact is, I am only human.  Not only do I not like having life's trials, but I truly don't know anyone else, who does!  Especially, when going through the midst of the trial.

Let's face it, life hurts.

You've heard me recall that fateful day when my life changed, forever.  That day, when I felt like I died and someone else, an unknown person to me, a stranger, took over my body and mind.

It happened at 3:45 p.m.

September 30th, 1980.

The day of the bus collision that changed not only my life, but the lives of every member of my family.

The day that has never been erased from my memory.

The day that has been replayed over and over in my mind.

The day that ripped my heart out.

The trial that I still suffer from, daily.  Physically, emotionally, and even financially.

The day that began a series of events that devastated my life and the lives of some I love.

The day that God gave me a miracle, concerning my youngest daughter.

The day that God gave both my daughter, my family and myself a true testimony to his goodness.

The day that God gave a miracle that saved the lives of a busload of children, who were not injured or killed, because the collision with my bus slowed down the truck and by a few inches, allowed their bus to exit the intersection, without being struck.  A miracle that some of those children's parents don't even realize they received.

The day that led me to find out much later, that I needed to forgive the person who drove the truck that hit me.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 29, 2011


Over the last few days, I've been writing on Life with Lynnie  (LwL) about how hard life can be, how others are affected and how I am affected by events that can feel devastating.

There is one aspect that needs to be talked about.  Something that every person I have ever spoken with seems to feel, when dealing with a serious life's trial.


It's bad enough to work at employment like mine, where rejection is experienced on a regular basis that, those of us who work in real estate, learn to to deal with it.

It's worse to deal with being rejected by family members or friends.

But, there are times when those who are suffering with serious life's trials, feel rejection.  This is probably the worst to experience.  The feeling of being rejected by God, I mean.

Think I'm imagining this?  Believe me, I'm not.

In addition to that disasterous feeling of not being loved or wanted, depending upon what the trial being experienced is, the feeling of being rejected by God is the worst.

A few days ago, I mentioned a young fellow who is a Facebook (FB) friend of mine, who has been feeling rejected by his family and friends, because he didn't pass the final exam this year, that would enable him to go on for further education with his cronies.

As I mentioned previously, he feels rejected by his friends and family, but he also feels useless, lost and without hope.  Why?  Because, he feels rejected by God.

Although this lad is a believer, trusting in Jesus Christ for his salvation, he does not know God's Word, the Bible well enough to use it the way God meant it to be used.

God gave us the written Word, not just so we would know how to obtain salvation, although that is one very important purpose for it.  He also gave us His Word, so we would understand what He expects of us, in return.  In addition, God gave us His Word, so we would be comforted by the promises God made us.  It is my prayer that every single believer will come to know, understand and rely on those very promises, to help them through their lives.

I must admit that whenever I feel low in spirit, I don't usually stay feeling that way long.  Why?  Because, I remind myself of God's love for me.

He loved me so very much that He made provision for my salvation, by sending His Son, my Lord, Jesus Christ, to earth, to die on a wooden cross for my sin, and for the sin of all who would believe.

In addition to reminding myself of this very important piece of information, I also recall, claim and rely on the promises that God made me...and all who will believe, in His Word.

One of the most heartbreaking things for me to realize, when conversing with a believer who is suffering rejection, is that most of the people do not know God's Word well enough to do what I do.  Recall, claim and rely on His promises.  Including my young FB friend, who is suffering at the moment.

Does this sound strange to you?

It doesn't to me, because this is/was all part of God's plan.  He told us that we may suffer trials in life, so that we can lift up others who are suffering the same trial.

It was shocking for me to truly understand 2 Corinthians 1:4, "Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God."

How many times had I read the complete Bible before this finally stuck in my mind?  I cannot tell you.  But, I am grateful to know and understand God's Word well enough to be able to help others.

I also realize that if I had never experienced serious trials in life, I would not be in a position to truly help others.

So, I must thank Him, for He has shown me a reason.  A reason to not only go on living, but also a reason for some of the heartbreaking situations I have had to live through and deal with.

Still, just as I pray for others, I pray for myself, for I too, need healing.  Total, restorative healing.  Of course, when I finally go to heaven to be with my Lord, I will be fully healed! 

So, until then, even though I thank God for every day of my life and for every trial in it, I will also continue to pray every night before going to sleep, that it is His will to take me home; to allow me to fall asleep in my bed, and to wake up in heaven, not on earth.  What a comforting thought!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

In His Time...

Were you shocked yesterday, reading that the conference(s) where I was scheduled to speak, were cancelled?  Maybe not, because I alluded to the fact, over the past few days entries on Life with Lynnie (LwL).

As I said previously, it was shocking to me!  In fact, it was somewhat devastating.

Not just due to the fact that my work for my Lord seemed to end, before it began, but also because of the timing.  The timing could not have been worse.

Every year, at this time, no matter how much I pray about it, I just cannot seem to shake off the effects of the post-traumatic stress (PTS) I feel over the bus collision I was involved in, in 1980.  Maybe that is because I am still not healed from this terrible disorder.

In any case, I began to feel rather horrible, as I do every year.

When Gordon was alive, I would normally make every effort to shake off this annual recurrence.  Even the last time we were together for September 30th, Gordon did what he could to help me through the day.  And, this was only a day before he collapsed, was hospitalized and eventually died.

Last year, was absolutely horrid.

Last year, not only did I face September 30th with the same old emotional feelings, but just knowing that the following day was the anniversary of the last time I heard Gordon's voice, finished me off.  I was a proverbial basket case.

This year, I felt that I was doing rather well.

This year, I felt that God was changing my life from something from one of a history of pain and suffering, to one of fulfillment.  After all, He was changing my life, so I could work for Him in a way I had never thought would happen.

I had felt like I was doing better this year, with regards to the post-traumatic stress and the memory of that fateful day that changed my life, forever.  I resolved to just continue praying, asking God to finally heal me of this horribleness.  I truly thought He was helping me.

Of course, the evil one had to find his way into ensuring I would be traumatized once again, this year.

Being saddened by the loss of opportunity to work for my Lord, gave me one more reason to feel loss, once again.  It saddened me enough to weaken me so that my mind became in turmoil, as it has done in the past, every year.

Thoughts relating to PTS and my resolution to be totally healed, gave way to those painful memories of the past.  After all, stress seems to set it off.  I could feel myself becoming tearful, once again. 

My mind was in such a dither, that I actually forgot about attending a luncheon the other day.  Believe it or not, I even had a ticket for my meal, but didn't attend.

It took me a couple of days to come to terms with myself, once again.

God helped me.

He provided people once again, who needed to feel Christian love, support and a listening ear, for me to pray with and for.  His work will never be done, as long as there are those in need.

I always feel that when I help someone else who is hurting, I am helped, too.

So, after all is said and done, I must say that God is good to me.  He knows my needs.  He always seems to provide for me.  Even though He doesn't always answer my prayers in my time, He seems to do so in His time. 

Ah... just another trial to teach me patience, I presume!  I'll just trust in Him, as I always do.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Too Good To Be True?

Lately, I've been writing about the Celebrating Christ conference(s), where I was asked to be a speaker.

As discussed, God made provision for me, in every way.  From ability to speak and sing, to content and delivery, I knew exactly what He would have me do.  Because, He gave me the direction.

Most people who know I have written the book Love Never Fails You... may have thought I would be speaking about my book, but if they thought this, they would have been wrong.

No, God gave direction on what He wanted me to speak with regards to, and I was being obedient to His calling.

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie for a while, you'll know that I even began looking and test driving Roadtrek vans, searching for the one God would provide for me to use, while travelling.  Knowing I was scheduled to travel for several months, I knew in my heart I didn't want to be living out of a suitcase, packing and unpacking, while moving from motel/hotel, to motel/hotel.

From an investment point of view, it would be a good investment, and not just because it would provide me with my own bed and living accommodation, but also because it was planned for me to speak in Wichita, Kansas, USA in November, for which I would need transportation. 

What you may not be aware of is that in California in February 2012, I was scheduled to speak, followed by speaking arrangements in cities across the southern U.S., like Tucson (Arizona), Las Cruses (New Mexico), Houston (Texas), New Orleans (Louisiana), and later at a city in Florida, yet to be determined.

I had been asked to arrange a conference in the Detroit, Michigan, USA area for the last weekend in April 2012; and, another conference for the first weekend in May 2012, in Windsor, Ontario, Canada.  Yes, I had even spoken with pastors of churches where the conferences may have been held.

Did you notice?  I said may have been held.

Somehow, the other shoe seemed to drop.  It definitely became apparent that indeed the whole schedule of events was too good to be true. 

What happened?

Well, on the surface, I can tell you that the person in charge of the ministry who was hosting and arranging the conferences, received an opportunity to work for another ministry and was lured away. 

Even so, I had been told that all conferences were cancelled, except the Wichita conference, in November and the California conference, in February.  Apparently, these two (2) were to continue as originally planned.

After this, a chain-reaction seemed to happen.  People who held positions on the board of directors decided to resign. 

Without being formally informed, I found out through a fellow speaker that indeed all conferences had been cancelled.  All!  Every single conference! 

Upon receiving confirmation of this, my heart sank.  After this, I too resigned from my position on the Board of Directors for the ministry.  I'm not sure, but I presume I was the last person to do so.

In any case, it was heartbreaking for me.

Not just because of the excitement of the opportunity I had been planning to fulfill was gone, but also, because I knew that my thoughts and dreams of God changing my life for the better, doing His work, faded away.

It was like another death in my life.  Okay, it is not really a physical death in life, but certainly it was a loss that served to make me feel like God indeed was not changing my life, at all, not even to do His work.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 26, 2011


If you've read recent entries in Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I've been discussing ministry.  Working for God. 

Yes, I was given an opportunity to work for God.  To minister to others in a way I had never thought was possible for me to do.  By, becoming an inspirational speaker, called by God to speak His word and truth, to others.

What a blessing this was to me! 

As I mentioned yesterday, it appeared to me that God was finally going to change my life from one of utter uselessness, to one of fulfillment, doing His work.  My soul cried out with gratefulness to Him, for this opportunity!

Preparations were needed.

Some friends and acquaintances wondered how I could do this.  Some commented that they could not stand up before a crowd of people and speak, sing and generally do God's work.

I understood where they were coming from.

I recalled how throughout earlier years in my life, I felt exactly the same way, that I couldn't stand in front of people and talk.  But, I also recalled how after I fainted in my friend's kitchen, before having to do exactly this at my first home party, I managed to do as was required of me.  Even though sweat poured off my face, I did it.  In retrospect, I knew I wasn't alone.  Even then, when I wasn't walking with my Lord. 

My mind flashed back to how afraid I was to ever sing solo.  Sure, I could sing in a group, where no one would notice me, from the crowd that would surround me.  But, the thought of ever singing when someone could hear me, actually prevented me from having a music career, when I was young.  God had changed this for me.  Now, I not only sing solo for events at church, I sing a capella.  And, I even participated in a music contest, last year; no, I didn't win.

Physically, emotionally and spiritually, I cried out to Him for help!  Praying He would provide for all my needs, as He promised in His Word He would do, I never once despaired over this.  I knew in my heart this is exactly what God would have me do!

He prepared me.  Within minutes of praying and asking for guidance to know what to speak about, God revealed a plan for me.

I had been asked to speak to attendees with regards to those who are single, those married, those divorced, and those widowed.  Phew!  This was a lot, to be sure!

But, as I said, God made a way where there wasn't one.  He showed me precisely how to make the presentation and what to say.

I needed music.  God provided for me.  A Facebook (FB) friend even sent me music for a song he wrote, giving me permission to sing it during the conference(s).

He provided everything I needed, with regards to the conference, including confidence.  And, provided for all my personal needs, too.

I never had a concern with regards to God providing.  He had always provided for me in the past, even when I wasn't walking with and/or living for Him, so I didn't worry about that.  In my heart, I knew He would provide. 

After all, in the Bible, He has promised His children that He will always take care of them.  Of which, I am one.

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 25, 2011

A Plan?

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that more and more people on Facebook (FB) are coming to me to chat.  Some chat just to say hello, but some are in need of a listening ear.  Someone to pray with them and for them.

Is this something new to me?  Absolutely, not!

All through my life, even though I was burdened with trials, it seemed other people came to me, looking for encouragement.  No, having FB friends in need like this is not new to me.

Years ago, I never thought of it being a ministry.  Encouraging others, I mean.  Of course, many years ago, I didn't always walk with the Lord, so He wasn't first and foremost in my life.

But, since rededicating my life to Jesus, many years ago, God has revealed this is partly His plan for my life.

This is one reason why when I was approached to become a speaker for Celebrating Christ conferences, proposed to be held in various cities throughout USA and Canada, I agreed to do so.  Besides feeling like I needed something more positive in my life than grief, I truly thought God was using me in a way I had never dreamed He would do.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like God was finally turning my life around. 

Having something good and positive happen in my life, was a welcome relief from the humdrum existence of widowhood.  Feeling like my life had purpose, seemed to be an answer to prayer.

At first, a thought ran through my mind; I wondered if this was too good to be true. 

After all, how could God use someone like me in His work?  I, being just an ordinary person.  Then, I realized that God uses many people like me, just ordinary people, to do extraordinary things.

Look at the Apostle Paul.  He was a person of lower character than even an ordinary person.  He was a tax collector, hated by most people. 

Paul was not only hated by many, for the work he did, but even more so, because he killed many a Christian, before becoming converted, when Christ stopped him in his tracks, calling him out of the world, to do His work.

My heart's desire for many a day, has been to do God's work.  In the past, I had thought of becoming a missionary, but realizing the health concerns of my life restricted me, it never came to fruition.

But, after some thought, prayer and knowing that we are indeed missionaries right here at home, reaching out to others, I thought God was indeed calling me to ministry of a different sort.  Ministry through becoming an inspirational speaker.

A plan it seemed to be, for my life.  A plan, different from what I had ever thought of, but a plan, nevertheless.

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 24, 2011


If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that a real-life as well as Facebook (FB) friend of mine was concerned about my emotional well being. 

While I believe the person was mistaken that I was depressed yesterday, I must admit there are times when I need to be lifted up.  Even if yesterday wasn't one of those days, I appreciated hearing from my friend, with whom I have little contact, except through work.  If you're reading L, I appreciate your concern.

Then again, maybe I am not aware that I am posting negative stuff, when I am feeling rather down and out.  This fact was brought before me through a telephone conversation yesterday with my friend M, who has remarried, after being widowed, previously.  She had some good advice for me, which I will take to heart.

This is not unusual for me to admit to being not perfect in my state of mind, especially at those times when I feel burdened with grief.  Usually, I will speak up when I am feeling low, so that others who are close to me will come along side of me in friendship, as I do with them, during their times of need.  

After all, we are not island unto ourselves.  Everyone has times when they need a friend to lean on.

It used to be that even though my life had been filled with pain, sorrow, family problems and more, I had Gordon in my life.  When we married, I felt like God had finally turned my life around, from being not great, into a life where He was blessing me.

I was wrong; I wasn't blessed at all.  Anyone who knows the experience I had with Gordon, would understand that instead of being a change in life for the positive, it proved to be just one more trial in life, for me.  If you've read my book Love Never Fails You..., you'll understand where I am coming from.

Yes, there was frustration.  Not just with Gordon's health and other life issues.  But, with God, too!

Anyone who understands grief, knows that being angry with God can be part of it.  Yes, I am still grieving.  However, I find from time to time that I am upset with God, too.

How can anyone who has suffered trial after trial, after trial, after trial in life, not reach a point where they are upset?

I was upset enough with Gordon's life trials that brought me almost to despair, but after he died, I began asking myself:  What was all this forDoesn't God have anything good in store for me, in my life?

Then, things began to change.  As I helped others with their grief, depression and prayed with/for those experiencing life's trials, I began to feel better.  It didn't take long for me to recognize that God did indeed have a plan for me.

His plan seemed to involve helping others, but also in ministry.

No, I am not referring to becoming a minister/preacher.  But, there are many ways in which a child of God can minister to others without being in paid positions of authority over others.

People began encouraging me to write a book.  This is what led me to do so.

Knowing that others are suffering through life's trials, and knowing some of them need to be shown love, is one way we can minister to the need of others.  This, it seems, is what I do best.

How do I know this?  Because every day, more and more people come to me on FB, asking if I am a minister, looking for someone they can talk to.

Until next time...

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Friday, September 23, 2011

Mistaken Identity?

Yesterday, while on Facebook (FB), I conversed with a friend of mine who lives half way around the world.

This friend is a young man, who lives at home with his parents.  Unlike most of his cronies, he has not yet completed his studies that will lead him to university or college. 

The reason?  He's not good with languages, he's told me.  Although he understands, reads and writes some English, he has had trouble learning another language that was required of him, in order to graduate.

Not only does he feel sad for not graduating, but he has told me clearly how depressed he is, feeling useless and good for nothing.  Those were his words, not mine.

He's made it clear that his parents, who cannot read, belittle him.  His friends make fun of him.  Even though he is trusting in Jesus for his salvation, he feels he has no purpose here on earth.

To make matters worse, this fellow has begun becoming fed up with people and life in general.  Enough to the point, where he loses his temper, now.  A few days ago, he told me how he badly cut his hand, when he punched a mirror, instead of his brother, after being ridiculed.

This young fellow is just one person God has brought into my path, who needs encouragement.

I pray for him, and do what I can to lift him up, to encourage him so that he will see that God loves him.  If you can find it in your heart to do so, please pray for this hurting child of God.  Thank you.  May God bless you for this.

My friend and I chat, almost daily. 

It's rare that this young man posts anything on my wall, but yesterday, he sent a group message to a few people, me included.  The Youtube video was rather sad.  Even so, I decided to post the video on my wall, in an effort to be supportive of my friend.  After all, he sees me repost from other sources!

I've done things like this from time to time, in an effort to be supportive of those who are hurting.  Then, we usually chat and I either pray for him on-line, and/or let him know that I will continue to pray for him.

Well, last evening, something else happened.

A fellow realtor, who I have known since he first began selling real estate, shortly after I was licensed, messaged/chatted with me.  At first, I was shocked to see a message from him, for I never usually have contact with this person.

When I read his message, I was floored!

He asked me what was up with all the Bible verses and other religious stuff being posted on my wall.  He went on to say he was getting worried about me, because some of what I had posted that day was rather depressing.

In the message, he finished up letting me know he was worried about me being depressed, knowing that I was still grieving.  He told me he was concerned that I might be headed for a nervous breakdown.

At first, I was bewildered.

After praying and giving it some thought, I realized that this realtor friend of mine may have thought that what I posted was a reflection of my mood.

Let's face it.  Grief isn't fun.  Nor is reflecting upon a lifetime of hurt, sorrow and heartbreak.  And, I am not saying I don't have my moments from time to time, when I feel low and in need of being lifted up, especially in prayer.  However, yesterday was not one of those days.

In retrospect, I am glad I never commented to my realtor friend, except to thank him for his concern.  Had I responded in more depth, before taking the time to think about this more and pray about it more, I may have responded incorrectly.  After all, I do think that what happened with him yesterday was a case of mistaken identity!

Then again, maybe not.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Garfield, Melancholy & Thankful...

I decided I just had to tell you about one Sunday, a few weeks ago.  I probably should have written about this sooner, but I didn't.
Before I begin, I would like to thank you for prayer, for my grandson Z.  I appreciate prayer for him, more than you know.  Again, may God bless everyone for praying for healing for Z.  Believe it or not, prayer is still needed, as he still has not completely healed from his injuries.

I decided I just had to tell you about one Sunday, a few weeks ago.  I headed to LaSalle, just outside of Windsor.  A friend of mine on Facebook (FB), that I had never personally met, was expecting to see me.

S owns a shop that sells collectibles and unique items.  Truly, I wasn't aware of this until Friday, when he posted a pic of a 1981 Garfield alarm clock; the pic that I am showing, below.

He had posted his number and the price he wanted for Garfield.  Why I called S, I truly don't know. 

However, I looked at S's photo and my heart skipped a beat.  Did I see Garfield?  Yes.  But, I also saw Gordon and that feeling of grief overcame me, again.

I'm not in the habit of purchasing collectibles for myself.  In fact, it was always Gordon who bought me keepsakes relating to Garfield and Sylvester.  Usually, just little things that meant a lot to me, even if they weren't of any real value, monetarily.  I suppose this is why my heart wrenched for Gordon, when I saw the Garfield clock.

S agreed to hold it for me.  I agreed to pick it up either Saturday, or Sunday.  Since I knew I had to check on the house, and worship over on the west side of Windsor, just minutes from LaSalle, it made sense for me to complete the purchase, Sunday.

Arriving at my apartment, I quickly found a new home for Garfield.  My heart was melancholy.  Happy, yet sad.  Happy thoughts of Gordon, yet sadness, too.

I did something else, that had been bugging me for a while.  Two things, actually.

In my washroom, I had a dripping tap that had been bothering me.  In addition, somehow my light switch cover had become loosened off and was hanging out of place.

Again, my thoughts went to Gordon.  He always did things like these small repairs.  Okay, small to him, but big to me!

Making sure I had tools at hand, I proceeded with the most difficult one first.  The dripping tap.

Before beginning, I shut off the water to the bathroom taps.  Then, I removed the cap from the handle, removed the screw and the handle itself.  Using a wrench, I loosened off the valve stem until I could remove it.  The hardest part of this whole thing was locating the proper sized washer!  I removed the old one and tried several that Gordon had stored away for future use.  Eventually, I found the right sized washer, and reinstalled the screw to hold it in place, before reinstalling the whole system.

Voila!  Done!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!  I couldn't have done it without You, because I have never done this in the past.  Even so, you guided me and worked through me to accomplish what I set out to do.

Then, came the light switch.  It's not just a normal on/off light switch, because I have a dimmer switch installed there.

Even so, I got the right screw driver ready to use, removed the dimmer lever and removed the cover plate.  Then, I saw exactly what the problem was.  The unit hadn't been properly secured.  So, I secured it and reinstalled the cover plate and the dimmer lever.

Voila, once again!  I praise God for helping me.  Not just physically speaking.

I had been feeling rather down lately, even just seeing these things need doing and realizing that the love of my life would never again be with me to do these tasks.

Well, let's see.  In the past, I've installed locks and handles.  Does this mean I'm a locksmith?  A short time ago, I replaced the washer in the toilet's Fluidmaster; today, I changed a washer in the tap system.  Does this make me a plumber?  And the latest, securing and repairing the wall light switch problem.  Does this make me an electrician?

No.  It makes me Lynnie, who trusted God to help me.  He did.  And, I thank Him, immensely!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Dream/Nightmare...

After arriving home early in the evening, last Friday, I had some real estate work to do. 

Later, I went on Facebook (FB) for a while, updating, doing work for God, and chatting with a few friends, while watching some television.  Yes, I usually do multi-task!  It's quite simple, especially while using a laptop computer!

Knowing I was absolutely exausted from all the walking, shopping and eating I had done earlier in the day, I thought bedtime should come earlier than normal.  This didn't end up happening, but I must say, I did fall asleep almost immediately, after reading my Bible for a short time.

I actually slept like a log, through most of the night.  As per normal, if I fall asleep early, I awoke early.

With my back aching, I got up for a few minutes and decided to head back to bed, especially since the sun had not yet risen.  I tossed and turned.  Prayed.  Eventually, I fell asleep.

Being able to fall aseep was shocking to me, because that is something I am hardly ever able to do.  Usually, once I am awake, I am unable to return to sleep.

I even dreamed.  That is something I seem to rarely do anymore, since Gordon died.  Dream, I mean.  Well, I need to qualify this; yes, I dreamed, but it was more like a nightmare.

Gordon was in my dream.  In my dream/nightmare, he was rather depressed and had been pulling away from me, falling into dispair.

Still in the dream, Gordon had disappeared and I had awoken (in my dream) to find a friend of mine consoling me, as I had been crying in my sleep.  My heart wanted to go find him; to be with him, console him, love him.

The worst part for me about this dream/nightmare, was that when I physically awoke from dreamland into reality, I was actually crying.

It was heartbreaking for me to wake up, this way. 

Not just because I had dreamed of my now deceased husband, which is something I have hardly ever done, but to have experienced such a cruel story while still in never-never land, instead of dreaming of my love, in a heart-warming way.

In my dream/nightmare, my friend who was with me when I awoke, told me that Gordon had said to her that he was leaving and never coming back.  She made it clear to me that I needed to move on.  That Gordon was gone from my life, forever.

In real life, this happened to me, recently, too.

A fellow realtor, whom I had been friends with for years, even before either of us began selling real estate, had a conversation with me.  Usually, our conversation is about work, with only the usual greetings that are courteous.

This conversation had been different, though.  This time, after the usual niceties, and business discussion, he asked me when I was going to move forward with my life.

He asked me why I didn't have a man in my life, letting me know it was time to move on, forget the past, and the love I have for my husband.

Lord, give me strength!

Even as I write this, tears are streaming down my face.  It's not that I don't want to move forward with my life.  It is more a case that I just can't seem to do it.

The thought of having someone in my life, other than Gordon, just breaks my heart, still. 

Again, Lord, help me, please!  I need grace, that can only come from You.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

More International Fun!

In case you haven't yet read the last couple of Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, I would suggest you do so.  I'm sure you'll have a chuckle reading about my international shopping excursion with my friends K and C.

When I left off yesterday, we had been shopping.  But, there was still more shopping to be done, before we headed for home.

We finished up shopping, by stopping at a Meijer's store.  Again, I left empty-handed; after all, I am not a true-blue shopper, as apparently my friends are!  They both had more to carry home!

To be honest, by the time I left the store, I was absolutely exhausted, yawning every few seconds.

I meant to make the turn back onto Eureka Road, but probably due to my yawning, our laughing and conversation, none of us noticed the intersection!  It's rare something like this happens to me, but when it does, I never worry.  I always feel that as long as I'm headed in the right direction, that's all that matters!

Both K and C feel I should get a navigation system of some kind.  I don't feel I need one!  God kind of proved me to be correct, that He is in control of all things, for the road we were on actually led us directly to I-75, even if it was in the midst of construction.

Was I ever glad we missed that turn!  Thank You, Lord!  The error we thought would cost us time, actually saved us time!

Within a few minutes, we found ourselves at Mexican Town Restaurant, near the Ambassador Bridge. 

C decided to have the same dish as what I enjoy, whenever I visit my favourite Detroit Mexican restaurant.  Chicken quesadillas, filled with chicken, cheese, guacamole.  Mine with jalapenos!  Mmm.... mmm... good!

K was different.  She ordered a small order of beef fajita; it was still large enough to feed two (2) or more people.  Of course, with refried beans and rice in addition to the main part of each entree, that makes for a lot of food!

Needless to say, we all brought home food with us!

K had made it clear she was treating us this time, because she felt it was her turn.  Thank you, K!  May God bless you, friend, for providing us with a delicious meal.

Not to mention our fellowship time!

I believe my friends were as happy as I was about the time we spent, together.  All in all, the whole day was a wonderful time of fellowship and fun.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 19, 2011

Birthdays... International Shopping!

Before I begin with today's entry, I would like to say that had my mom lived, today would have been her birthday.  I love her and miss her very much.

In addition, today is my sister's birthday; even though you have chosen to have no contact with me, I want you to know that I love you...and wish you a very Happy Birthday!

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that on Friday, after rushing about like a chicken with my head cut off, I drove off my friends K and C, with me.

Within minutes we crossed the bridge into Detroit, Michigan, USA and were off on our international shopping excursion!

Laugh if you like, but I truly an not a shopper.  In fact, I really don't like shopping.

Maybe it's because that since I was injured many years ago, doing an excessive amount of walking is difficult for me.  At least now, I feel I am strong enough to manage to walk through a store, without having to ride on a scooter, as I have done most often, in the past.

In any case, we followed the internet directions and had no trouble finding the store I needed to shop at:  Cabela's, in Dundee, Michigan.  Where on earth is this, you say? 

Well, after crossing the bridge, think of a >, with the upper arm being I-94 and the lower arm being I-75.  In the middle of the distance between the end of the two arms, is approximately where Dundee is located.

We could have driven either direction, but I chose to drive to Cabela's using the I-94 directions.  We found it with no trouble!  Thank you, Lord!

For those who have never heard of Cabela's, it is a huge store filled with hunting, fishing, camping supplies and furniture etc., for cottages/cabins.  Wow!  It seemed enormous!  Whoever designed this store knew what they were doing!  There was something for everyone.  Even a children's area!  Not to mention, there was a walk-through aquarium that the three of us enjoyed!

I was grateful they had the item in stock that I was looking for.  What was it?  A Luggable Loo

Chuckle if you like, but before Gordon got so ill we couldn't travel, we had discussed obtaining one.  After all, there is nothing worse than finding yourself in the middle of nowhere and having to use a washroom. 

Knowing that I have not yet found a suitable Roadtrek van, that would have a toilet to use enroute on my way to speaking conferences, I decided I should get a Luggable Loo.  Besides, even if I find a Roadtrek now, it would have to be winterized.  The toilet would not be of use to me, until I de-winterized the unit after arriving in the warmer, southern U.S.A.  Hence, the need for an alternative!

Yes, I located a store that sold them in Canada, but at almost three (3) times the cost of buying one in U.S.A. didn't make sense buying one in Canada, especially since my friends and I sometimes go across the border for an international lunch.

Leaving the store, we enjoyed a quick Wendy's lunch.  Then, I elected to not return the way we came, because it would take us longer to get to the next shopping area we intended to visit.  So, I used my brain and reversed the alternate directions I had hand-written at P's, before we left Canada. 

Thank you Father, for the grace to not get lost along the way!

K sighed and commented on how relaxing it was, driving through the countryside and not being on an interstate highway.  Eventually, we did arrive in Taylor, Michigan and made our way to the new Walmart store that opened only a couple of days ago.

Both K and C had items in mind to shop for, so we went our separate ways, and met up, later.  C didn't find what he was looking for, nor had K.  In fact, neither had I.  This was absolutely mind-boggling to me, because this new store was absolutely huge; I have never before seen a store so large!

Even worse, was the fact that I truly enjoy my LovePats undies, that I can only get in U.S.A.  Okay, I need to qualify this...that I used to be able to only find in U.S.A.  It seems that I cannot find them, anymore.

In any case, we took off to find the K-Mart store that Walmart's lingerie department supervisor gave me directions for.  We found it without any trouble!  Again, thank you Lord!

Here, K found what she was looking for, and more.  C found what he was looking for, and more.  As for me, well I left almost empty-handed; I purchased a camisole I knew I needed.

Even though our international shopping excursion wasn't as productive as I would have liked, we had a good time.  There's more to be said, but I'll have to continue, tomorrow!

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 18, 2011

In A Dither...

Today, is my Lord's day, so as I do every Sonday, I went to worship my God!  Afterwards, I saw my real estate partner/friend C for coffee and to discuss some business, before heading to Gordon's grave, at the nearby cemetary.

I thought I'd take the time to tell you some of my life's events, before they become a memory of the past!

Friday was a really full day for me.  Yes, I managed to do some work early in the day and later, in the evening, but in between was different than usual.

Earlier than is normal for me, I went to my friend M's basement gym, to work out.  Afterwards, I rushed home to shower and change and barely made it on time to the skin specialist's office for my appointment.  Phew!  I was grateful God provided for me.  His timing is always perfect!

The results of this appointment made me happy.  The reason for the appointment wasn't anything serious to worry about.  I praise God and thank Jesus for this!

As I exited the building, I phoned my co-worker/friend C and I did the same with my neighbour/friend K.  This was part of our plan, since we were to meet at my church, over on the west side of Windsor, close to the bridge that would take us to U.S.A.

On the way to meet my friends, I realized I had forgotten at home the printouts I had made with regards to not only the item I was hoping to purchase, but also the directions to get to the store!  Oh, dear!

There was no time to drive home, so I called my daughter P, who is a whiz with computer and/or cell phone access to internet!  She was about a two (2) hour drive away from home, in London, Ontario.  It had slipped my mind that she had a medical appointment there, with one of my grandsons.

In any case, there was someone home at P`s, so I went there to drop off something I had for P and while there, I used her computer to access the information I needed.  Thank you, Lord...for making a way for me!

While I am thinking about P and my grandson S, I wish to thank God for keeping a hedge of protection around them providing travelling mercies for them, as they travelled our province.  I pray God will provide for S, so that surgery will not be necessary.  Only time will tell. 

Only God knows if He will provide a miracle healing for S.  In any case, I ask that you please pray for healing for S; hopefully, he won't need heart surgery any time, soon.  Thank you for this!  May God bless you!

Eventually, I made it to my church parking lot!

Were my friends K and C ever happy to see me!  They wondered what happened to me.  After explaining that I left home in a dither and forgot my info and more, they understood.

We climbed into my van and off we went on our international excursion!  To read about what we did and where we went, please stay tuned!

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 17, 2011

More About Love Sin...

Before I begin writing what I would like to say today, I would like to take this time to wish Gordon's son a very Happy Birthday!  Even if you don't have contact with me, I want you to know I care about you, and for you.  I love you.  May God bless you, always.

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote about what I call Love Sin.

You'll also know that I was very upset over what I saw on ABC's Good Morning America, recently.  Polygamists were interviewed and their book was promoted in a positive context.

Although the first (1st) and foremost upset to me with regards to this issue, is the fact that God made marriage to be between one (1) woman and one (1) man.  Not one (1) man and multiple wives, or one (1) woman and multiple husbands.

However, leaving religious views aside for a moment, how can this exist legally?  If we realtors can see it, why can't our government?

Since polygamy is illegal in Canada and since everyone must file taxes, and since each family receives benefits from our Canadian government, I find almost unbelievable that no one in the government has recognized what is going on.  I'm sure the same thing holds true for U.S.A.

The only thing I can think of is that possibly our government is turning a blind eye to the truth.

After all, if someone like me could discern truth regarding this situation, surely professional government officials could do so.  Wouldn't you think?  Or, am I crazy?

Does this mean I am sin-free, thinking about this issue?  Absolutely, not! 

Am I trying to point out the sin of others, without taking the plank out of my own eye, first?  Absolutely not!

No one is sin-free.  Certainly not me!

We all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23).

That is not the point I am trying to make, with regards to the government.  When it comes to our government, it is amazing how people are taken to task, when it comes to some areas of legislation.  Yet, in other areas, the breaking of existing laws is just totally overlooked.

So, in essence, I believe our government is overlooking those who are breaking our laws, because they don't quite know what to do about it.

If an issue were to be made, don't you think that it would open the door for religious confrontation?  I do, especially since most of the people I've seen who live in a multiple marriage or polygamy, are originally from other parts of the world, where their religious values are the norm.

In any case, they are breaking the law, because polygamy exists.  Man's law of our land.  And, even more importantly, God's law.

It's sinful, whether you choose to believe it or not.  How do I know this?  Because, it is God who told us so, in His Word, the Bible.

Read it for yourself.  You'll find it truly is sin, even if some do call it love.

Until next time...

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Friday, September 16, 2011

Love Sin...

It was actually shocking to me to see a family being interviewed at approximately September 13th, 2011, 8:25 a.m. on ABC's Good Morning America.

The shocking part wasn't just because there was one (1) man with three (3) wives, although that was shocking enough, even if it was television in U.S.A., where freedom of speech exists as it does where I live, in Canada.  There was more that got my attention.

These four (4) people were being interviewed about a book they had just written, so it was obvious why they were being interviewed.  No, I won't tell you the title, because I don't want to be contributing to anyone being led astray if they read the book and decided to follow that lifestyle.

It was not just shocking to see that these people were being interviewed on national television, but even more so that the interviewer seemed really excited to interview this group.

Sad.  That's what it was to me.  Watching everyone on the screen so very happy to admit they were sinning and not following God's Word, no matter how religious they claimed to be.

Are you shocked, like I was?

I'm sure we all know that polygamy exists, no matter how shocking it is.  I doubt that there is anyone around who hasn't heard stories of this lifestyle, whether it be on television, radio, in book format or whatever.

It's not the fact that polygamy exists that is shocking.  To me, it's the fact that it is being accepted!  And, if the interview was to be taken at face value, even welcomed.

No.  This is not the first time I have come across this; although as I mentioned, I am shocked at how well received this concept seemed to be.

When I lived in the Toronto suburban area of Brampton, I sold real estate, as I do today, and have since 1988.  As realtors, we used to do Monday morning inspecitions of homes, going on caravan, they called it in that area.

I cannot tell you how many times we walked through homes, viewing them for layout and condition, etc., where there was more than one (1) masterbedroom and more than one (1) woman in the home.  In many cases, each bedroom was in essence a masterbedroom

In almost every case of seeing multiple bedrooms, there were multiple family room areas.  Since most of these homes seemed to be of split-level variety, it was common to see the lowest level being used as one big bedroom for children.  Rather than furniture in these rooms, it was usually a room filled with mattresses and bedding on the floor.

It was plainly obvious by furniture etc., that these were cases of polygamy.  How can this exist, especially here in Canada? 

I must add that on more than one occasion, while on caravan, we realtors were kept out of a bedroom.  The husband was nowhere to be seen.  At first thought, you might think he was at work; he may have well been.

However, on a few occasions, we wouldn't be told that a bedroom was occupied and we would accidentally enter; well, at least the first realtor(s) would, until it was declared that no one should enter, because there was a man and a woman in the bedroom.

On one occasion, when I hadn't been told to not enter a specific bedroom, I (along with some of my cronies) knocked on a door, thinking it may be a den or something, because we were told to come in.  Upon opening the door, we found a nude couple embracing each other, only partially covered by a sheet.  The man asked if we wanted to join them!

There's more to be said with regards to this topic, but I will have to continue this, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Let's Talk Truth...

This Youtube video is posted by Ligonier Ministries, featuring Ravi Zacharias, Al Mohler and R.C. Sproul, discussing Let's Talk Post-Modernism and the Emergent Church...

Some people don't believe truth exists.  I pity them.  God provided the Bible for us; His Word.  A person can choose to either believe the Bible in its entirety, or can choose to not believe.  In my opinion, there is no middle ground. 

Some people pick and choose what they will take, use and believe from God's Word, like they are enjoying a buffet.  I like this, but I won't take any of that!  God provided His Word, the Bible, so that all would know the truth. 

Here is a Youtube video of Ravi Zacharias, entitled Why the Bible?  Ravi Zacharias at the University of Illinois:

This Youtube video of The Emergent "Church"/Cult Documentary on PBS, is an interesting one: 

It is easy to see how some people can be misled into thinking that truth doesn't exist.  Especially since the carnal world view is being taught in schools everywhere, that truth is relative and not absolute, because God is no longer allowed in the educational system, at least in USA and Canada. 

It's interesting to me to watch movements like this, because God's Word tells us to walk in the spirit and not in the flesh.  With God being taught as being non-existant, or even worse, that He can be anything anyone wants to believe He is, proves that lies can be distributed as truth itself...and people will believe it.  Sad.  Very sad.

The worst part is that those who believe such nonsense, not only are wrong, but they will pay the price for eternity.  They shall perish, for eternity.

Well, maybe the worst is equal to this, because the absolute worst is the fact that people are being misled by false preachers/teachers.

Here is a Youtube video of Paul Washer, entitled warning to professing christians

In this video, Paul Washer lets everyone know that there is truth

Do you believe in truth?  If you are saved, you believe in truth.  After all, 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." 

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Who Makes the Rules??

A while ago, I came across a song I enjoyed by Steven Curtis:  Who Makes the Rules? 

I know for certain who makes the rules in my life, but it got me wondering who makes the rules in your life?  Some people think that they don't need rules, that they can continue with sin in their lives, even after they have come to Christ.

Then, there are others, like me, who know that God truly makes the rules.  We can choose to ignore them, or break them, but in the end, we will only suffer if we don't follow God's rules, for only God wins.

Where are God's rules found?  In His Word, the Bible.

I kind of like what friend J T posted on Facebook, March 25/11: "If you do NOT accept the full Word of God, the authority and Holy power of Jesus Christ the Savior and Son of God, you do not have faith and you are not a Christian. Is there a book in the Word of God that says, "Try Me, This Is the Grey Area - if you do this you might be saved." It is all or Nothing people, it is as simple as that. Trust in God and the Lamb of God † The Character of Christ Within Us †"

I must agree with J T.  It is impossible for someone to be partly pregnant; either you are pregnant or you are not.  Such is the issue of salvation.  No one can be partly saved.  You either are...or, you're not!

If you are saved, and if you read your Bible, you know that God has very clearly stated that He is in control; we are not.  God's will is always done; our will only happens, if it matches what God's will is for our lives.

God expects us to be conformed to the image of His Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ.  In so doing, we must be cleansed from all sin; and once cleansed, we must remain clean, for God cannot look upon sin.

While reading my Bible, I came across Matthew 5:18, "For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled."

Why did this verse stick out in my mind?  Well, read it to yourself aloud.  ...'shall in no wise pass from the law, til all be fulfilled'.  '...Shall in no wise pass from the law...

No.  I am not a pharisee, as I was called in the past.  No.  I am not trusting in the law to save me.  I am well aware that the law cannot save anyone.  No one is good enough for that!  I am well aware that salvation is by grace, through faith, in Christ...alone.

However, when I read this verse, I was reminded that even though we who are saved have had our sin washed away by the blood of Jesus Christ, the law still has an important part to play in our lives.

Firstly, the Old Testament provides us with prophesy, to show us in the New Testament that Biblical prophesy was fulfilled by Jesus Christ. 

However, on a more personal level, even though we are not living under the law, the law has a purpose in our lives.  It serves to prove to those who are being convicted by the Holy Spirit, that they cannot live by the law, that they indeed are sinners who have broken God's law...and are in need of a Saviour, Jesus Christ.

The law serves to remind us that God makes the rules and/or guidelines to live by; at least in my life.  Does He in yours?

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

School! Someone to Look Up To!

Two of my grandsons didn't begin school, as is the norm on the day after Labour Day.  Instead, they began their school year, a couple of days later, on Thursday.

If you've been a long-time reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that one of my grandsons was terribly abused by people last year, at school.  In fact, it was recently found during a scan that he even has brain scar tissue, from an injury he received while at school last year.

There is no reason for me to recall and write again about some of the episodes that involved people who do not understand disabilities that pose a problem, for those affected.  It is enough to say that there are those whose disabilities are not severe enough for these children to be removed from the regular school system, like one of my grandsons, who is ten (10) years old.

I felt elated to hear that their school has a new principal.  One who won't tolerate the kinds of things that were happening in the past.

It made my heart skip a beat with gladness, to hear that he has had special training and understands children with the sort of disabilities, that exist at that school.  Like my grandson, who is not only extremely Hyper-active and is on medication for it, and who has been declared to be legally disabled because of it, but who also has Tourette Syndrome.

What is Tourette Syndrome?  Well, Wikipedia is not a medical site, but I'll include a link for it.  If you don't want to read the info on this page, that's fine.  Research it, yourself.

When I say I was happy to hear that the new principal was trained through Child and Parent Research Institute (CPRI) in London, Ontario, Canada, I mean I was truly elated and praised God, aloud!  Especially since, CPRI is a support for parents like my daughter, who has children with disabilities, both physical and neurological.

Here is a Youtube video of Dr. Duncan McKinlay of CPRI, entitled:  Leaky Brakes, What They Are, What They Aren't

Dr. McKinlay isn't just someone interested in helping children with Tourettes Syndrome.  He has another reason for his concern.  He also has Tourette Syndrome.

The amazing part to me is more than just hearing that Dr. McKinlay has held himself out there to support families who endure repercussions from this condition.  It is encouraging to me that he himself, is an inspiration to those affected by Tourettes Syndrome.

I'm grateful that my grandson will be able to look up to someone who has been able to not just make a difference in the lives of others, but also, that my grandson will be able to see that like Dr. McKinlay, he can succeed in life, in a general way.

With God's help, of course.  I praise God and thank Jesus, for this!  This has truly been an answer to prayer.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 12, 2011

Remembrance, Peace and Love...

Yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry was in remembrance of those who were victimized by the tragedy of September 11th, 2001.

As I mentioned yesterday, the remembrance involves not just those who died, although many who died were victims and many were heroes.  Sometimes forgotten are those who were injured and have to live with their disabilities and/or traumatic memories for the rest of their lives.

Of course, families of all need prayer, in addition to those surviving victims.  Please pray for all affected by the terrorist attacks of 9-11.  Thank you.  May God bless you for this.

There is another group I believe we must pray for.  Terrorists. 

We need to pray for those who want to fulfill Islamic teachings of converting everyone in the world to Islam, peaceably if possible, but by force, if necessary.  Including the right they believe they have to cut off the heads of all infidels who refuse to convert to Islam.

Prayer is not the only thing necessary, although all things can be obtained through prayer.

There are some who believe we should be closet Christians, who keep our religiosity to ourselves.  Unfortunately, this belief is in opposition to what God told us in His Word, the Bible.

We are commanded in Mark 16:15, "And he (Jesus) said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature."

Those of us who understand God's command and want to obediently fulfill the Great Commission, know that evangelism is the way.

Evangelizing the Middle East, is a greater problem than one may think on the surface.  After all, Muslims immigrate to countries like U.S.A. and Canada, where I live.  They also immigrate to countries like U.K., and other European countries. 

What do all these countries have in common?  Freedom of religion.  People are free to worship the god of their choice.  Or, choose to not believe there is a god, at all.

Christians are not free to spread their Gospel message in those Middle Eastern countries, that are deemed Islamic, for their Shariah and other Islamic laws forbid it.  Even if someone is suspected of doing or saying something contrary to what they religiously accept, they can be stoned to death.

Like this young Christian woman, who was stoned to death, because she had dated a Muslim fellow:

Hopefully, you could open this link.  If not, and if you are interested, you can find it at the web address listed above, or on my Facebook wall.

It's more than sad that these terrible things happen, especially in the name of religion.

Some people have accused me of being prejudiced or hateful, but those who have said such things are incorrect.  If they wanted to rightly accuse me of something, it would be that I state truth and am not afraid to speak up.

I believe that all who do not trust in Jesus Christ for their salvation, need to come to Jesus, whether they be Muslim, or any other unsaved person.  All who have not been saved by grace (alone), through faith (alone), in Christ (alone), will spend eternity in the Lake of Fire.

Does it make me happy about this?  No; not really.  In fact, anyone who knows me well, knows that it breaks my heart that any should perish.  Especially, when it is not necessary.

If you are not trusting in Jesus, please...come to Christ, today. 

God will save whom He will save.  We do not have control over who will be saved.  But, we are called to preach the Gospel message to all the creatures of the earth.  This means you...and everyone else who we come in contact with.

Some are angry or need to understand about God, anger and love.  My friend Dave Roberts has a message I would like to share:

Please, remember... love never fails.  Love never fails you...  nor me.

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 11, 2011

9-11 Remembrance...

Will I ever forget what happened September 11th, 2001?  Likely not, ever.  If you're like me, you'll probably never forget that day, either.

Firstly, I must say that some of my Irish family that visited us in Canada, had just left and arrived home.  They had not only visited with us, but Gordon and I flew out to western USA and drove them to visit the Grand Canyon, Lake Havasu City, Arizona and family, before flying back to Detroit from Las Vegas.

I escorted my family to Toronto's Pearson Airport for their return flight home, after visiting family and places like Toronto, Mississauga and Niagara Falls. 

They did not have to drive a vehicle while here, nor did we even want them to, for we knew they weren't used to driving on our side of the road while seated on the left side of the car, the opposite side of what they are used to. 

Not to mention the fact that they have never driven automatic cars, for their cars are standard shift, back home.  We knew they would probably have heart-failure if they were driving and had to enter onto Hwy. #401 near Hwy. #427, where it is about 16 or 18 lanes wide, since their widest highway back home was 4 lanes wide, if you count both sides of the road!

Just after making my way home to Windsor, the horrific events of 9-11 occurred.

Maybe it is because I still suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome (PTSS) after being in the bus collision of 1980, but when I saw that first (1st) plane had flown into the New York Trade Center's tower, my heart began to race.  PTSS was triggered, for sure.

After hearing about flight 93 in crashing in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, flight 11 flying into the Pentagon, and the second (2nd) plane that flew into another tower, my suspicions were confirmed that it wasn't a case where an accident had occurred, with one (1) plane flying into the World Trade Center tower, in New York City (NYC).  The USA had been attacked by terrorists.

For those who are not familiar, here is some pics of that day:

Flight 93 - Shanksville, Pennsylvania, USA

Flight 11 - The Pentagon

NYC's World Trade Center's - Twin Towers hit by airplanes hijacked by terrorists.

Almost 3,000 people lost their lives that fateful day, in addition to many who were injured.  Today, there are thousands of people who faced the reality that it was now ten (10) years since their loved ones died or were injured.

Are they grieving, still?  From what I've seen and heard.  Yes.  They are.  Countless numbers of people are still mourning the loss of their loved ones.  May God bless each and every person, who is still grieving.  Grief is hard.  It's not fun.  It's not easy. 

And, unlike what people quite often say, time does not heal.  Only God can heal a broken heart.  May He heal every person affected.

Here is a Youtube tribute in remembrance of September 11th, 2001:

Today, as I was driving from church to the cemetary to visit Gordon's grave, I listened to a programme where survivors of 9-11 2001 were interviewed.  I cried and was thankful to have been able to hear what they spoke of.

As I was beginning to write this entry, my neighbour friend K, who recently moved to a unit on the east side of my building and who now has a view similar to my own, called me.  She pointed out that there was a rainbow in the sky.

I'm sure you'll recognize that I am not the world's best photographer, but here's a pic of that rainbow:

Looking east from my balcony.

What a blessing it was to see this rainbow, today.  It reminded me that God is truly with us, even if we still have broken hearts.

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Missing You...

The other day, I mentioned my brother Glenn's birthday and wrote that I love him.  Yes, he died last year, but love never dies.  At least, that's my opinion.  I believe that when you truly love someone, that love never dies.

If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time, you'll know that I feel the same about my husband, Gordon.  Even though he died 23 months ago, today.

Even though two (2) very important people exited this world, leaving me to grieve them, and mourn their loss, my love for them has never died.

I must say that the love I felt for each of them was different.  Of course it was, you might say!  After all, Glenn was your brother and Gordon was your husband.  True.  My love for them was different.

Even so, when it comes to missing someone you love, that feeling of loss can be similar, in some ways.

One very real difference is the fact that although I was close to my brother Glenn and even though we spoke by phone on a regular basis, we didn't see each other, regularly.  With Glenn living over three (3) hours drive away from me, it meant for sporadic visits, at best.

What I miss is being able to pick up the phone and enjoy conversation with him.  Just hearing his voice was something to look forward to. 

That is one pleasure I will never again experience.  At least, not until I go to heaven.

The same can be said for my husband, Gordon.  I miss hearing his voice.  It really doesn't matter what he would have been speaking about, it is truly a void in my life not hearing him speak words of any kind to me.

Of course, words of endearment that used to make my heart skip a beat, are missed the most.

Anyone who has ever loved someone and has been loved in return will admit that there is nothing like hearing your loved one tell you they love you.  I miss this.

I miss Gordon telling me he loves me.  I miss hearing him tell me that he's enjoying a meal I made for him.  I miss him telling me he's tired.  I even miss hearing him raise his voice, reflecting upset.

Let's face it, even though I am grateful that I can look at photos of my husband, there's nothing like having someone you love, be with you.  His death has created a huge void in my life.

The truth is, I just plain miss Gordon.

Until next time...

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Friday, September 9, 2011

Meeting (s)...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I never finished writing about that day.

Yes, you probably read that Wednesday, September 7th, would have been my now deceased brother Glenn's 51st birthday.  And, you more than likely read that I didn't get to do pool exercise, but was able to go work out at my friend M's basement gym.

In case you weren't aware, I'll let you know that upon being weighed and measured, I experienced success, again this month!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Wednesday, around suppertime was a busy time for me.  Especially on Facebook (FB).

Most people play or interact with friends on FB.  I do this, too!  However, I also do work for God.  In addition to being an administrator for some FB groups, I quite often counsel/support people who are feeling rather low, usually relating to circumstances of their lives.

In addition, many friends want to chat.  While I try to chat with only one (1) friend at a time, this isn't always possible.

In fact, I had five (5) people wanting to chat with me all at the same time!

Handling this wasn't easy!  To start with, after greeting my friend(s), I determined if they had a need to speak with me or if they just wanted to say 'hi' and chat.  Those that didn't have a special need, I informed that I was busy and could not chat with them at that time.

That left me with two (2) friends to chat with at the same time.

This is a rather common occurrence for me.  If I am able to chat with only one (1) person, I am grateful, because I still multi-task, doing work on FB at the same time as chatting.

There came a time when I had to finish chatting, because I participated in a (HIS) Hearts In Service Ministry on-line meeting.  Being on the Board of Directors, we have meetings from time to time.  This was one of those times.  Here's a link to the ministry's web-site:  I hope you'll take the time to check it out!

At the end of this meeting, I found myself rushing out my door, to be able to arrive on time at a local restaurant/coffee shop, where my book reading club was meeting.

We usually meet the first (1st) Wednesday of each month.  Last month, I didn't make the meeting, so this month, I really wanted to be there!

For some reason, the restaurant owner was late opening the doors, once again.  This happened previously, because they aren't usually open at suppertime.

Eventually, thinking the owner may have forgotten, we all left there and drove a block away to a Tim Horton's coffee shop.  No, this is not the same location as where Christian Singles' Cafe met, but was actually closer to my home!

In any case, I ran into a neighbour; this was the first time I had seen this person outside our building.  He wanted to treat me to coffee and visit, but I let him know I was with a group and invited him to join us.  He didn't, because he was going to be leaving within a short time.

We had a great meeting.  The discussions regarding our book of the month are usually good.  But, the fellowship is even better!

It never ceases to amaze me how God provides for me, always.  How even during those times or days, when life can be sad, He always makes something good come out of it. 

Of course, even if it is amazing, it is not surprising, because He promised us in Romans 8:28, "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Walking Ice Cube?

Yesterday, was an eventful day for me!

Not in the sense that anything special happened, for truly nothing of any significance took place.  However, it was a rather busy day for me, filled with happenings, right through the evening.

For the first time in almost two (2) weeks, I worked out at my friend M's basement gym.  Throughout this summer, gym sessions were not regular as they had been during the spring. 

Oh, now.  Don't get the wrong idea.  It's not the case that I was slacking off.  Not at all!

M had some surgery at the beginning of July.  This meant some time off for her, as you can imagine.  I am grateful, as other women are, that M was feeling well enough to be able to open her home for us within a few weeks after her surgery.  It helped that she doesn't actually work out with us, but rather guides us.

In August, M decided she needed some holiday time, so near the end of the month, right through until yesterday, her gym was closed.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't get to enjoy spending time with her family, as she was once again ill.  Yes, I would like to ask you to please pray for healing for M.  May God bless you, for this!

I must say that for quite a while now, I haven't been able to do any of my in-apartment stretching and workout exercise.  There is a physical reason for this that I won't go into, here and now.

So, over the majority of the summer, I have been relying on my pool exercise to see me through. 

In several weeks, I have not missed a day of working out in the pool.  Until yesterday, that is.  The weather was the reason.  It never stopped raining. 

Well, I need to qualify that statement. 

It appeared to have stopped raining, so I got ready and went down to the pool area, only to find that by the time I got to the doorway, it was once again pouring with freezing cold wind and rain!  Hence, no pool exercise for me, yesterday. 

Today, I was surprised that although it was rather cool, it wasn't as windy as yesterday, so I went to go into the pool, but cold rain had once again, begun by the time I got to the pool level, this morning.  So, back to my apartment, I went and did some work. 

However, this afternoon, it once again looked like the rain had stopped and it didn't seem to be a heavy wind, so I got ready, went down to the pool and did my workout!  No, I wasn't alone.  Believe it or not, there was another couple who joined me!

I want to mention that yesterday, someone who saw me ready for the pool commented that since I would be getting wet in the pool, I should just go out into the rain and do my exercise.  I laughed.

That person obviously had no idea that when the temperature is low and rather windy as it had been, the wind and rain is cold; freezing cold!

Sure, the pool is heated, but it is not heated to bathwater temperatures!  Any time cold water is added, it makes the pool, cold.  Not to mention the wind that accompanies the rain!

A few days ago, when our temperatures reduced themselves, people were shocked at how cold they were.  Everywhere, people were wearing sweaters or light jackets. 

One of my neighbours who usually speaks to me at the pool teased me the other day, asking why I wasn't going into the pool.  They obviously thought I hadn't done so, because it was too cool.

It was rather humerous to see the shocked look on their face when I told them I had already been in the pool and done my exercise, earlier than normal time!  They truly couldn't believe it, commenting that I must have been frozen, exiting the pool. 

To be honest, I did almost freeze while leaving the pool, that day.  Being at the water's edge, the wind can be very strong and cold, especially during times of bad weather, as we were experiencing.  That day, I felt like a walking ice cube, as I re-entered my apartment building!

As you can probably imagine, I was happy to be able to go work out a M's, yesterday!  Upon arrival, I was weighed and measured, as is normal practice at the beginning of each month.

Success, once again!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Friends... & HB, G!

In yesterday's entry, I wrote about last Friday.  However, I never finished telling you about that evening.

As you are probably aware, on the first (1st) Friday of every month, I participate with Christian Singles' Cafe.

Last Friday was the first Friday of the month, so I made my way to Tim Horton's (coffee shop) on Tecumseh Rd. E., between Red Lobster restaurant and Joseph's fruit market.  In fact, I made sure I arrived early enough to not only set up the seating area for our group, but I also dropped by to shop for some things at the fruit market.  How convenient!

Our group usually meets at 7:30 p.m.  At first, I thought possibly no one was going to show up, because after that time, I was still there, alone.

Just as I was returning some tables and chairs back to their original places, a couple of people arrived.  I praised God and thanked Jesus!

It was after all, a long weekend.  When no one had arrived by the time we usually meet, I had begun to wonder if everyone had been busy or forgotten, since it was a holiday weekend. 

Shortly after, more people arrived.  I believe we had about 10 people, in total.  Not as many as we had when we were on the west side of Windsor, but then, some people were away, or had left the group.

In any case, I had a good time.  Hopefully, everyone else did, too.

Some people might think this is some sort of love-matching group, or a Christian-style meat market, but it is truly not the case.  That's not to say that some people in attendance wouldn't like to find a love for their life, but this is not the intention for the group.

In fact, most of us who attend have known each other for years.  We've been in and out of each other's lives for a very long time.  Of course, when new people join in, we make new friends!

After all, when people are a couple, they go out together and do things.  We single people do not have that luxury.  Life can be lonely.  We have no one to go out with, to do things, unless we call up a friend and make plans.

So, it is a nice change to be able to get out of our homes, to be able to meet, even if it is just for a cup of coffee or whatever.

For me, it's especially good, because as you are probably aware, the beginning of the month is difficult for me.  I'm grateful to God for my Christian friends.  May God bless each one.

Even though I have written about last Friday evening, today is September 7th, 2011.  Today, would have been my brother Glenn's 51st birthday, had he not died July 1, 2010.  I recall when he was born; I thought he was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen! 

Part of me thinks it is silly to wish him Happy Birthday!  Especially since he's in heaven and no longer here on earth. 

Of course, it won't make him feel good, but maybe it will make me feel somewhat better, for remembering his special day and not forgetting about him. 

Happy Birthday Glenn!  I love you!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 6, 2011


Last Friday was quite a day!

My early part of the day was spent working on stuff I needed to do, just as I normally do.  After getting my work done, I made sure I went to the pool and did my pool exercise.

Was it ever nice working out earlier in the day than normal.  It was really hot!  97F was the temperature, which translates to 36.5C.

While I am used to getting some sun, working out in the pool, I was actually shocked to see that my face was sunburned!  Especially, since I've had people telling me how tanned I've become.

In any case, I wanted to make sure I got to do my pool exercise, because in mid-afternoon, I had to be at my chiropractor's office for my treatment.  I could hardly wait to see him!

While I was surprised I didn't hurt worse than I did, I certainly needed treatment for my neck, shoulder and back.  After all, I had travelled to Chicago, carrying and doing stuff that I normally don't do.

All I can say is that it certainly was a welcome relief having my adjustments!

On my way home, I stopped at the printers. 

I needed to pick up bookmarks that I had ordered.  Bookmarks that promote my book:  Love Never Fails You...  and all the websites I created to give information on where I am and what I am doing.  Bookmarks that I need to be able to give to attendees at the upcoming conference I will be speaking at.  Oops, I'm getting ahead of myself!

Some of you may be aware that I am scheduled to sing at my church, for the 50+ group luncheon later this month; some of you may not have known this.  In case you hadn't noticed, I added a link at the top of this page to Lynnie Music, so anyone interested could keep up on my singing for my Lord.

In addition, there is a link to Lynnie Books, where those interested in books I have written can get information.  Yes, I said books, not book.  You see, I have planned in my mind to write at least two (2) more books.  This page will be available for information on what I've penned.

Last, but not least, is a link to Lynnie Ministries.  If you click on the link, you'll see when and where I will be honouring God with my singing or speaking, plus any other information about missions trips, etc.

Some readers may think this is unnecessary, but others may be happy I've set up these pages. 

Hearts in Service Ministry (HIS), who is the sponsor of the Celebrating Christ Conference where I'll be speaking in Wichita, Kansas, USA, November 5th & 6th this year, has made me an officer on the Board of Directors for this ministry.

The founder of HIS Ministry is working with a group of people, who are arranging other conferences throughout USA and Canada.  Conferences where I may be speaking and/or singing.

Hmmm...  Hopefully, you can see that when I commented that I felt God was somehow changing my life, I truly meant it.

All that's left for me to do, is trust Him.  And, I do.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 5, 2011


It seems that it is still happening to me, every month.  On the first (1st) day of each month, I still find myself feeling rather low in spirit, thinking about how Gordon collapsed on the beginning of October 2009.

This month, I felt no different.

Well, I need to qualify that statement.  In one way, I felt the same as I normally do, in another way I felt sad for another reason.

September 1st was the fifth (5th) year anniversary of when Gordon and I moved into our apartment.  The unit I still live in.  The one with the beautiful view overlooking the yacht club, marinas, the lighthouse, Peche Island, the Detroit River and Lake St. Clair.

The same place I love and yet feel so badly at times, when I look around knowing that everywhere I look, all I see is Gordon.

The apartment that I feel so very alone in, at times.  Being surrounded by four (4) walls, with no one to talk with, no one to smile with or at, no one to share good times with, I sometimes wonder what my purpose is in life.

However, I know that God has a purpose for me.  How do I know this?

Well, for starters, I still pray nightly that it is God's will to allow me to go to sleep, but wake up in heaven and not here on earth.  Obviously, it hasn't happened, or I wouldn't be writing this blog entry. lol

The way my life has been changing over the course of this year, I believe that God is in the process of changing my life.  If this is truly happening, it can only be for the better. 

After all, not only does God provide where He guides, but He only has our best interests at heart.

It's been quite a year, so far.  Work has been slow, yet I am busy every day.  Not always productive in an earnings sense, but definitely filled to capacity.

Because work was slow, I was able to write my book:  Love Never Fails You...  Here is a link to a Youtube video that provides some insight:

For those who are not aware, Love Never Fails You... is about overcoming life's trials and grief.  I believe that God planned for me to write this, in an effort to help others.  After all, do you know anyone who has never experienced trials in life?  Or, grieved loss?

Life is definitely hard, but God is good. 

He has helped me through every one of life's trials that I have experienced, and I have experienced many trials in life.  Definitely many more than I chose to write about in Love Never Fails You...  Some, even more serious than the worst I wrote about.

All I can say, is that while I have suffered in this life, God has been there with me.  He has provided for me in ways I cannot even tell you about. 

While my life is no better or worse than it was at the time Gordon died, I can tell you that it is definitely changing.  I believe for the better.  At least, that is what I am trusting him for.

Until next time...

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