Saturday, March 31, 2012

Good, But Painful...

This week, I've been a good girl.  Of course, at first, that might sound like sometimes I'm not.  lol  But, the truth is, I am always good.  At least, I try to be!

This week has been filled with work, and family things.

Of course, every day this week, I went to the YMCA/YWCA (Y) to work out in the pool when it opens at 6:30 a.m.  Do you think my eyes look droopy

I meant to go again, this morning when the Y opened at 8:00 a.m., but I decided against it.

Yesterday, when I was working out in the pool, just as my exercise routine was coming to an end, my leg started giving me a problem.  Cramping happened.  Not good. 

In fact, since then, the cramping hasn't gone away.  It's still there, although it is not severe, now.  In any case, that's why I didn't go to work out at the pool, today.

The last thing I need is to have the cramping return, full-blown.  Better to ease my body.  Obviously, I've overdone things, somehow.  Any prayers from you will be appreciated.  Thank you, friend.

Monday evening, I attended a baby shower, at my church.

The fellowship room was packed, beyond what I have ever seen in the past.  Almost every table was full.  Of course, there was a reason for this. 

The baby shower was for our senior pastor's wife!  Their baby is due in May, if I recall, correctly. 

The shower itself was fun.  I had a good time, as I'm sure the other attendees did, too.  We played some games, listened to a presentation made by one of our most talented musical artists in our church.  No, she didn't play piano.  Instead, she spoke.  I thoroughly enjoy what she had to say.

Much time was taken up, in opening gifts.  So much time, that I just could not stay until the end; after sitting way to long, my back/neck was telling me I had to get up and head for home.

I felt badly for leaving earlier than I should have, but when one has health problems that become painful, it's not really an option.  Of course, we don't always have control over things in our lives.  God does, though.  And, He always provides!

All in all, it was a good, but somewhat painful week.  Hopefully, your week was good!

Until next time...

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Friday, March 30, 2012

...Lift Us Up...

A couple of days ago, I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry that I watched the movie An Officer and a Gentleman.  If you haven't yet read that entry you may want to do so, for it is relevant to what I'll be writing about, today.

One of the songs in the movie, is one that I have always liked.  Up Where We Belong, is the title. 

In the movie, it was sung by Joe Cocker and Jennifer Harnes.  For more information on this song, please click on this LINK where you'll read about the songwriters, etc.

Here's a Youtube link to the song:  and here are the lyrics:

Up Where We Belong

Who Knows What Tomorrow Brings
In A World Where Few Hearts Survive
All I Know Is The Way I Feel
When Its Real I keep It Alive
The Road Is Long There Are Mountains In Our Way
but we climb a step every day

Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong
Where The Eagles Cry On A Mountain High
Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong
Far From The World Below
Up Where The Clear Winds Blow

Some Hang On To Used To Be
Live Their Lives Looking Behind
All We Have Is Here And Now
All Our Lives Out There To Find
The Road Is Long There Are Mountains In Our Way
But We Climb a step Everyday


Time Goes By No Time To Cry
Just You And I, Alone Baby


Anyone who knows me, knows that in addition to loving music, lyrics have great meaning to me.  In my mind, a better phrase than: Love lift us up... would be:  Lord, lift us up...  but then, not everyone would agree with me, because not everyone is Christian.

In any case, these lyrics remind me of how God directed the Apostle Paul, in Philippians 3. 

The whole chapter is great reading, but in verses 13-14, we are told by Paul, "Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."

I'm doing my best to not look back.  It's not easy, but God helps me, daily.  It sure would be a lot easier, if I truly had a life.  Even so, I trust God, for everything... as I press on.

Until next time...

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Thursday, March 29, 2012

There Was A Time...

As you would know if you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, today would have been my wedding anniversary, had my Gordon not died.

While I am no longer in deep grief, it is still a rather upsetting day.  After all, I don't believe anyone could walk a mile in my shoes, or in the shoes of anyone who is widowed, and not have emotional feelings on special occasions, such as this is.

Who knows?  By next year, maybe today's date won't be quite as memorable.  Hopefully, not; I am trying my best to move forward with my life.

To honour this special day, I wrote a poem.  Here it is:

There Was A Time

There was a time
when I was your wife;
but, that now seems long ago.

Looking back, I wonder
just where the time went;
but, I must say, I don't know.

I'm trying my best
to look ahead
and not look back in sorrow.
For God's plan for me
will be revealed in His time,
either today, or maybe tomorrow.
You're in heaven now
with our Lord Jesus, above;
healed and blessed, and loved.

One day I'll join you
in sweet reverence,
where together we'll be grateful to God, above.

© Copyright Lynn McKenzie March 2012

Until next time...

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

An Officer and a Gentleman...

Recently, I watched a movie I had always wanted to watch, but had not gotten around to see.  Don't you just love those 'round to its?

The movie?  An Officer and a Gentleman.  It starred Richard Gere and Debra Winger and was made in the early 1980's; 1982, I believe.

Okay, now I'm giving away hints as to my age!

Why I hadn't watched this film, I have no idea.  I recall when it was out at the movie theatres and I recall when it came out on DVD, but for some reason, I just never did it.

As I began watching the film, I almost shut it off.

But, just as I do when I read a book I don't really care for, I decided to take a deep breath and hang in there.  Actually, I am glad I did.

You see, in the beginning and indeed throughout most of the movie, there was foul language and the storyline involved quite a bit of sin.

However, as with any love story, it had a wonderful ending. 

No, I won't ruin it for you, in case you haven't yet watched this movie.  I hope you enjoy/enjoyed it as much as I did.

I love happy endings.

They are so much better than the endings of a lesser than happy ending.  Okay, you probably are thinking to yourself, here she goes, again!

Actually, I am looking positively into my future.  God has recently opened the door for the possibility of some changes in my life.  However, time will tell.

While life seems to be good, the fact is that tomorrow would have been my wedding anniversary, had Gordon not died.

Even though I try hard to not look back as God tells us in the Bible to not do, there are times when it is truly difficult not to feel some pain, on these special occasions.  Especially, when it is a reminder of how a happy ending wasn't in God's plan for my life. 

At least, with Gordon.

No, this is not grief talking, here.  This is reality.  After all, if God had planned a happy ending for me, with Gordon, then he would be here with me, instead of being in heaven, now.

Thank you for praying for me, friend; I appreciate it more than you know.  

Until next time...

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Exhaustion... & Rest!

Saturday morning, I was up earlier than normal. 

Why?  Well, since I had a rather boring Friday evening, alone at home, I had gone to bed earlier than normal.  Consequently, I was awake earlier than normal, as well.

For a while, I read and spent some time on Facebook (FB), chatting with a friend.  When I realized the time, I hightailed it offline and set off for the YMCA/YWCA (Y), where I go to exercise in the pool, as you would know if you were a regular reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL).

Well, I must say I paid the price for rushing out of my apartment. 

Arriving at the Y, I made my way to the change room.  Wanting to change into my bathing suit, I realized I had done something I had never done, before.

I had left my bathing suit, etc. at home.  :(  Groan!  Sigh... 

Oh, I had my bag with me; but, when I opened it up, there was only personal cleanliness items.  No bathing suit, no bathing cap, no towels.

I couldn't believe I had done that! 

Hopefully, my forgetfulness was due to rushing out the door, and not to some physiological condition.  Well, since I am in my 50's, I cannot say that it is due to being elderly and forgetful. lol

In any case, I left the Y as quickly as I arrived there, feeling rather embarassed and disappointed.

Knowing that I had driven across town to get there, I decided to not return again, later.  Besides, if I had done so, I would have been exercising in the midst of a group learning to swim, by the time I finished my exercise regimen.  Not something I like doing.

Looking at the clock, and realizing it was still rather early, I decided that since I was feeling exhausted after experiencing a rather stressful week, both physically and emotionally, that I would go back to bed and do something I hadn't done in a very long time.  Sleep in.

I thought about setting my alarm clock, but quickly decided to just sleep and let my body decide when I would awaken.  Hmmm... well, let's just say that I slept the morning away!  :(  or :)  depending upon how one looks at this!

In the afternoon, I did some chores around my home and settled down to relax, read and watch travel shows.  Once again, I found my eyes drooping while I sat reclined in my chair. 

One thing I realized through all of Saturday, was that I was truly exhausted.  God must have known I needed rest, for it seemed that it was practically all I did!

With Saturday evening being another rather lonely and boring time, I decided to once again hit the hay, early.  No trouble sleeping that night, for this gal! 

I felt much better, after all this rest.  Praise God! Thank You, Jesus!

Until next time...

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Happy Customer!

As per normal for me, I was at the YMCA/YWCA (Y) when it opened Friday, at 6:30 a.m.

After the pool being shut for close to two (2) months, it has taken me quite a while to work back up to my full capacity of pool exercise.  Even though it has been a trial physically, I have finally managed to do it!  Thank You, Lord!

Arriving home, I had some work to do and quickly got it done.   Then, it was off to helping out our pool committee, here in my apartment building.

Okay, you may be confused.  After all, I did say I attend the Y, regularly.  Yet, I mentioned I was helping our pool committee. 

Just to clarify, yes we have a pool.  However, it is an outdoor pool and is only open, seasonally.  Usually sometime in May, through mid September.

So, in order to continue with my pool exercise I must work out in another pool.  Hence, the pool at the Y!

In any case, I'm glad that Friday was a light day for me, because I had volunteered to sell 50/50 draw tickets in the late afternoon, in the lobby where I live.  Profits were to go to our pool fund.

Within a minute or two (2) of arriving back in my apartment, my buzzer rang.

It was the plumber I had called.  When I realized I needed someone to do some work for me, I posted on Facebook (FB) on the GM Windsor Retirees page, asking if anyone knew of someone to do plumbing.

After all, when the plant closed, there were many people who were too young to collect retirement benefits.  And, since Gordon had worked there, before he retired early due to his health problems, I thought I would support someone from his workplace. 

In the past, Gordon always did plumbing and/or electrical work for us.  After he died, I had changed washers in my bathroom taps and done some other minor plumbing.  However, what I needed done, was more than I could physically handle.

Since I needed a new set of taps installed, I thought I may as well have this man install a new fluidmaster into my toilet.  It didn't take long before he left me a happy customer!  Praise God!

It never ceases to amaze me how God always seems to provide just what I need, just when I need it.  But then, He knows my needs even before I do.  Thank You, Father!

Until next time...

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Lovingly Remembered...

My Tuesday, was once again filled with family needs. 

One thing I am grateful for, is that my job is flexible enough to allow me to support those in need.  Which is what I did, throughout most of the day.

Of course, we all need time for work!  Yes, I did what I could throughout the rest of the week.  Workwise, at least.

On Thursday evening, it was once again time for a writers' group meeting.  This time, it was not my Windsor group, but rather, my Leamington group.

After picking up a book at the Riverside branch of Windsor Public Library that I had requested and had been received for me, I drove home.  My fellow writer, who lives in my building and who is also a member of my Leamington writers' group, met me at our front door.

Off we went to just south of Essex, where we met another of our fellow authors.  Until we arrived at our meeting spot, I didn't know if J would be meeting us, or not.  Earlier in the day, he had e-mailed me, letting me know he may or may not be able to attend.

As I pulled into the parking area where we normally meet, I was surprised to see J!

He insisted on doing the driving into Leamington, so I parked my van.  We climbed into J's car and off we went.  When we arrived at our meeting location, we were a few minutes early.

We had guest speakers at our meeting, this month.

I said speakers, because there were two (2) of them.  Twins, to be exact.  Together, they had written a book and spoke about not just the writing aspect, but also of marketing and some other topics.  Here is a LINK to an article printed in the Leamington Post, regarding their book.

After the meeting ended, our group facilitator B, came over and spoke with me, just as I was introducing myself to a young woman I had not yet met.  It turned out this young woman was his daughter.  B explained to his daughter that I was sort of her cousin... by marriage, maybe removed somewhat, but still sort of a relative.

While she looked shocked, I laughed!

I explained to my newest cuz how we were sort of related.  My now deceased husband's grandma had been widowed at a young age, left to raise her family on her own.

A number of years later, Gordon's grandma remarried.  Several years later, she died, leaving behind her husband, who was the only grandpa Gordon recalled having in his life, since his biological grandfather had died before his birth.

Eventually, his grandpa remarried.  The woman he married was our writers' group facilitator's mom.  After I moved to Windsor, I recall visiting times with both Gordon's grandpa and his newest wife, who was in essence a new grandma. 

Grandma E was a lovely woman.  Loving, kind, and Christian.  Both my daughters remember her with love.  They especially recall how Grandma E pierced their ears for them!

Truly, I miss Grandma E and Grandpa H.  I miss Gordon's mom, too.  I miss my parents and brother.  And, of course, Gordon.  Unless God takes me home, it will be a while before I see any of them again, since they have all died.

I suppose feeling like this is normal and to be expected, since it is all part of grief.  One thing is for sure.  I thank God for His grace to me, daily.

Until next time...

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Double Take...

Hopefully, you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.  If so, you'll know that when I left off writing, I was at my Write On Windsor (WOW) writers' group, at the downtown branch of the Windsor Public Library.

Critiquing each other's writing is mainly what this group is about.  As you know, it was my turn to have some of my writing reviewed.

After singing (acapella) my rewritten version of Sarah McLachlin's song Angel, it was time for my writing to be critiqued.  Once all discussion came to an end regarding my writing skills and where they can be improved, something happened that I hadn't expected.

One person in our writers' group asked me why I decided to rewrite Angel, to honour God.  This fellow writer commented that they thought the song was already honouring to God.

Then the question arose, enquiring as to why I didn't already think that angels were honouring to God.

I was thrilled to hear another fellow writer respond about the same time I did, with a similar answer. In fact, it surprised me that the person and I seemed to echo each other, almost word for word.

Angels certainly can be of God.  Certainly, God has His angels, but not all angels are of God.  Angels can also be of Satan.

The person who asked the question did a double take; at least that's how it looked to me.  They glanced from me, to the other speaker and back to me, again. 

Shock, was the only way I can describe the visual response. 

Before I could continue with my comments, the other speaker announced to all that Satan was indeed a fallen angel.  One, who also had followers of fellow fallen angels.

This shocked me!  I hadn't realized this person who spoke up, was Christian.

I went on to say that we live in Satan's domain.  We live in his fallen world.

It did my heart good to see the enquirer speak up once again, claiming they would go home and rethink their home's decor, filled with angels.

I could only praise God and thank Jesus! 

Hopefully, this person will also elect to research, by reading their Bible.  Or, if they aren't a regular worshipper at church, maybe God will lead them to do so. 

For sure, it's my prayer these things will happen.

Until next time...

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Friday, March 23, 2012

Perfect Pitch?

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that after I visited my real estate co-worker/friend C at his new apartment, I made my way to attend my Write On Windsor (WOW) group meeting.

WOW meets at the downtown branch of the Windsor Public Library (WPL).  This was only about a block and a half, from C's.  How great was that!

Since I hadn't had time to write something new for our group to critique, I supplied each participant with a copy of two (2) of my past blog entries, from here on LwL.  These were sent by e-mail to fellow members, but I printed out a few extra copies, in case there were new people in attendance, or who didn't receive a copy, for some reason. 

Here is a link to my entry from this past Valentine's day, entitled Happy Valentine's Day!:

Why did I provide this LwL entry? Well, for starters, I chose Happy Valentine's Day!, because it was a poem I had written, recently.

Do I write poetry often? No. Although, when I have the urge, I have found myself reflecting and writing poems, from time to time.

It matters not whether or not I am good at writing poetry, what matters is the fact that I am writing anything! As you are probably aware, I love to write.  And, since it is a nice change from narrative or personal styles of writing, I decided to provide this for critique.

Here is a link to the second blog entry I supplied each member, entitled The Silent Reverie...

The reason I chose this LwL entry, is two-fold. 

Firstly, the beginning of this entry is an example of my writing style, that shows how I normally write an entry.  In addition, it shows an example of a song I rewrote the lyrics for, to honour God.

If you've been a reader for a while, you are probably aware that I enjoy rewriting lyrics from secular songs, in order to convert them into praise/worship songs.  As I did, with Sarah McLachlin's song Angel...

Before the critiquing discussions, I read my entries.  When I reached the part where the song lyrics began, I stopped reading.  At this point, I did something different.

I sang the song.  Yes, acapella.

It seemed those who were with me, enjoyed my version.  One person, who had played piano at the previous meeting, commented that I had perfect pitch. 

It was nice hearing this compliment, but truly, I just enjoy singing.  Especially, when God is honoured.

Until next time...

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Thursday, March 22, 2012


For me, and for some of my family, this past Monday was an absolute nightmare.

Busy, busy, busy, with family problems that I had no control over. 

These family issues took up most of the day.  I'm glad I was able to be there for my those involved, who needed me.  Since God is in control, all I can do is pray to Him and trust that it is His will to sort out these circumstances.

By the time late afternoon arrived, I was absolutely worn out. 

Emotionally, physically and even stressed spiritually.  But, after praying, I felt improved.  Thank You, Lord!  However, I am not the issue here, thankfully.

Please pray for my family. Thank you. May God bless you, for this.

Since I had already e-mailed everyone in my Windsor writers' group, Write On Windsor (WOW) my work that was to be reviewed at our bi-weekly meeting, I felt compelled to attend.

This was the first time my work was being considered by my new group of writing friends.  Since every group is different, as I have found in my experience, I was glad I made the decision to attend.

However, enroute to my writers meeting, I made a stop to visit my co-worker/friend C, who is no longer living at the rehabilitation centre.  Last Friday, he moved into an apartment.  The building he is now living in, is 17 floors high and located downtown. 

Hopefully, it won't be long before he obtains a motorized wheelchair to use. 

This will provide even greater opportunity for independence, because he'll then be able to transport himself safely, to get fresh air, tour around the area, do some shopping and even possibly transport himself to and from his medical treatments at the hospital a few blocks away from where he's now living.

His one bedroom apartment may not be as lavish or as comfy as his own home, but it is certainly an improvement over living in the rehab accommodation.  Not to mention, that it is much better than having to go live in a nursing home!

Heaven forbid. 

Truly, I would not wish that on my worst enemy.  I was grateful God provided this new accommodation for C, where he can live independently and have some control over his daily life, yet have some nursing and other care, if and when he needs it.

C seemed happy to see me.  Not just because he doesn't have much company to visit with him, but also because his cable, internet and other communication items he's used to using, weren't yet installed, at that time.

Of course, having dinner in hand for him, put a smile on his face!

Oops, it seems I got carried on about writing about C!  Now, I'll have to write about my writers group meeting, tomorrow!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

What a Blessing! & Prayer...

As you would know if you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I drove by Jack Miner's in Kingsville, on my way home, from Leamington, on Sunday.

Tears streamed down my face, after I passed by, because I realized that the last time I had actually visited there, Gordon and I had been together.

My tears didn't last long, though.  Just as I began to cry, it began raining.  Being a country road, the rain made it rather slick to drive upon, so my mind was taken off my emotions and I concentrated on my driving.

Since I hadn't prepared a meal for my brother B, his girlfriend P and I to enjoy together, because I wasn't aware we'd be having supper together, I stopped at a grocery store close to my home. 

By the time I got home, unpacked, and began organizing dinner, B & P arrived.

We enjoyed great conversation.  For me, it was wonderful to actually sit at my table with some of my family, and enjoy dinner.

Together, we feasted on chicken, caesar salad, baked potatoes, dinner rolls, followed by dessert of those great homemade donuts from Colasanti's and apple cider!  We finished up with a cup of French Vanilla Cappuccino.  Mmmm...

My daughter P and my grandson N (a son of my daughter B) dropped by for a short visit, before everyone parted and went their way.

I was truly grateful to have spent time with family, today.  It doesn't happen all that often, so when it does, it truly makes my day.  God truly blessed me!

However, there is something I must ask of you, once again.

In the past, I mentioned that my brother B needed to have surgery.  He'll be having his surgery, very soon.  What needs to be done is even more intensive and dangerous than originally thought.

Please pray for my brother, B.  Thank you for this, friend.  May God bless you.

Dear heavenly Father, may it be Your will to wrap Your loving arms around my brother, lift him up, encourage him and provide for his every need.  May it be Your will to provide total, restorative healing, through his upcoming surgery.  May You provide the surgeon with wisdom, guidance and the ability to surgically provide healing for B.  And, we thank You, in advance.  We pray this and ask this in Jesus' precious name.  Amen.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Happy Day!

Be honest!  Did you listen to the music I posted yesterday in my Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry?  Were you tapping your toes?  Singing along?  Hopefully, so!

Sunday morning, I awoke early, once again.  After preparing for my day, I made my way to worship my God.  While I would have liked to have been able to worship at my own church, this wasn't possible. 

Due to having another busy day planned, I needed to be able to worship at an early time, so I went and worshipped at Heritage Park Alliance Church (HPAC), at their 9:00 a.m. service!  This was such a blessing for me, because I do not like to miss out on worshipping God.  After all, my Lord means everything to me!

Afterwards, I bought some books that were on sale in their library and made my way to the cemetary.  As per my normal routine on Sondays, I visited Gordon's grave, that was only about five (5) minutes from church.

From there, I continued along Hwy. #3, to Leamington, where I was spending the day once again, at the Sherk Recreation Centre, with fellow authors.

Not as many authors participated, since on Saturday, not many books were sold, except by me.  Maybe those who didn't attend on Sunday were smarter than the rest of us, because not many books were sold, again.  While each of us sold books, I certainly didn't do as well as on Saturday.

Even so, I was glad I went and participated.

Another thing happened that brightened my Lord's day, though.  My brother B and his girlfriend P, joined me at the centre, in Leamington.

When they walked in, I was so-o very happy to see them!

We all sat around my table, enjoyed a cup of coffee and chatted for a while.  Eventually, I convinced them to join me for supper, at my home.  Believe me when I say, I was happy.  The smile didn't leave my face, all afternoon!

They left the centre and went into Windsor for a while. 

When my time at the centre was completed, I packed up and made my way to Colasanti's Tropical Gardens, located in Kingsville, but definitely on my way home.  Here is a LINK where you can read about this delightful place.

In case you're wondering why I would stop there on my way home, I'll tell you.  It's because, Colasanti's makes the most delicious homemade donuts and apple cider!

When my children were young, we used to go visit there, both summer and winter.  It's a great family place, and has expanded over the years.  In addition to the plants, gardening tools and equipment, petting zoo, birds and other animals that they had, they've added children's rides, mini-golf and more.

In summer, hayrides are available; in winter, sleigh rides take place.

If you get the chance, don't miss it, if you are planning a visit anywhere in Essex County.  You'll be glad you did.

Enroute home, and just up the road, I drove by Jack Miner's.  Here is a LINK where you can investigate all it has to offer.

Even though I had driven by here with customers who were receiving our realtor's 100 mile Peninsula tour (here's a LINK), I found it upsetting to drive by, today. 

Sorry, but I will have to continue this discussion, tomorrow. 

Until next time...

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Monday, March 19, 2012


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about awaking Saturday morning with a song on my heart.

If you've been a reader for a while, you'll know that this happens to me, some mornings.  Well, most mornings, in reality.  It's just that there are days when I think about the song/music, but by the time I get myself in gear and get moving for the day, I've forgotten about it.

Well, as I mentioned yesterday, I had been rather stressed from midweek, until Saturday.  It seemed that no matter how I tried, for those few days, I just could not shake the overwhelming feeling of sadness/stress.

So, it was a welcome relief, to awaken feeling more like myself, again.

Before I tell you the title of the song, I must say that a Facebook (FB) friend of mine thought it was angels that placed the song in my mind.  That may or may not be the case.  Truly, it matters not to me whether it was placed in my mind and on my heart by God himself, or His angels.  I'm just glad God inspired me.

The song is by Kiki Dee and is entitled, I've Got The Music In Me.  Here is a Youtube link where you can listen and/or sing along:  and here's the lyrics:

I've Got The Music In Me

Ain't got no trouble in my life,
 No foolish dream to make me cry.
 I'm never frightened or worried,
 I know I'll always get by.
 I heat up (I heat up)
 I cool down (I cool down)
 When something gets in my way I go round it.
 Don't let life get me down
 Gonna take life the way that I found it.

 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me

They say that life is a circle (circle)
 But that ain't the way that I've found it.
 Gonna move in a straight line (ooh)
 Keeping my feet firmly on the ground.
 I heat up (I heat up)
 I cool down (I cool down)
 I got words in my head so I say them.
 Don't let life get me down,
 Catch a hold of my blues and just play them.

Feel funky
 Feel good
 Gonna tell ya
 I'm in the neighbourhood
 Gonna fly like a bird on the wing
 Hold on to your hat honey,
 Sing, sing, sing, sing
 Heat up, cool down (cool down)
 I got words in my head so I say them
 Don't let life get me down (Don't let it get ya down)
 Catch a hold of my blues and just play them.

Ain't got no trouble in my life,
 No foolish dream to make me cry.
 I'm never frightened I'm never worried,
 I know, I know I'll always get by.

I got the music
 I got the music
 I got the music
 In me

I got the music
 I got pretty music
 I got the music
 In me

Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get you down
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get you down
 Ha, ha, ha, ha

Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get you down

I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 I got the music in me
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get ya down
 Don't let it get you down

(Repeat to fade)

Hopefully, you're tapping your toes and/or singing this song like I did, Saturday!

Until next time...

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

High Sales!

This weekend has literally rushed me off my feet.

Friday began much like every day this past week, with me working out in the YMCA/YWCA (Y) pool, each morning.  Well, okay, almost every day this week. 

You see, on Wednesday night, I just couldn't sleep. 

To be straight, I realize it was because I was so highly stressed over an issue that has been burdening my life.  In any case, I only fell asleep about 4:15 a.m., so it was actually Thursday morning.  With my alarm due to go off about 5:30 a.m., I just couldn't seem to make myself get up.

My reasoning was, if I got up and went to work out in the pool at the Y, then I would return home absolutely good for nothing.  I'd be worn out beyond belief, needing a nap.

If I had a nap after returning home, I might end up sleeping through much of the day.  Since there was no way I wanted to get my days and nights mixed up any worse then they already were, I decided to just shut off the alarm and return to sleep for a couple of hours.

Even when I got myself up and running, I felt fatigued.  But, stress will do that to you.

In any case, after working out Friday morning, as I do most mornings, in the pool at the Y, I had a lot on my agenda for the day.  I went about my business and did the shopping etc., that I felt I needed to do, before the weekend.

Saturday morning, I didn't get to sleep in.  Once again, I was up early.  Not only did I have to pack up my vehicle with a table, cloth, and books, I had to drive to Leamington, Ontario. 

Leamington is another city, here in Essex County, about an hours drive from home.

I arrived at the Sherk Recreation Centre, where some of my fellow writers were congregating in the foyer area of the complex.  While we weren't inside the room where the antique show was going on, we were just outside the entrance.

In any case, it turned out to be a very good day for me, sales wise.  Out of all the writers who participated that day, my book Love Never Fails You... (here's a LINK for more information) sold the most copies, of any in our group.  I felt encouraged.  For this, I praise God and thank Jesus. 

I must say that before I left home, I kind of felt very positive about the day, which was definitely a pleasant surprise, after feeling stressed over the prior few days.

But then, I had awoken with a song on my heart once again.  Oops... I'll have to tell you about it, tomorrow!

Until next time...

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Trinity & Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Well, now that things are more quiet in Ireland, and some people believe that most of the troubles are over, I believe at least some of my Irish family might celebrate St. Patrick's Day.

This might sound quite unusual to some readers, but the fact is, in Northern Ireland, where my heritage is from, they celebrate Orangemen's Day, July 12th of every year!

To me, it's quite odd that the majority of those in the Republic of Ireland (who are mainly Catholic), celebrate St. Patrick, at all.  After all, most people don't realize he was Protestant.  Oh well, I suppose there are some things that we as people, may never understand in this world.

Of course, we in N. America, seem to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, whether or not we are Irish or have Irish heritage.

Gathering in pubs and other locations where reen beer is served, is only part of the celebrations.  Irish stew or corned beef and cabbage is usually the advertised meal of the day. 

Not to mention the number of places where Irish dancing is provided as entertainment. 

Yes, it is usually a lovely celebration.  A day to have some fun.  A reason to party, hardy!

For me, well, I am always reminded of the shamrock

As I've mentioned in the past, when my (now deceased) husband and I taught English as a Second Language (ESL) as volunteers at our church, we used the shamrock to explain the Trinity.

For those who may not understand, the Trinity is the name used to explain our Godhead.

God is comprised of three (3) persons in one.  God the Father, God the Son (Jesus Christ) and God the Holy Spirit.  Yet together, they are one.  God.

Of course, it is widely accepted in secular thinking, that a 4-leaf clover is lucky.  Here's one for you to see:

In my opinion, I believe the reason most people think they are lucky, is because it is extremely rare to find one!

In my mind, I must say that I believe that nothing can beat the normal 3-leaf clover, known as a shamrock.  After all, nothing can beat God!

I'm grateful that God the Father, created His plan of redemption for us. 

And, I am especially grateful that God the Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, came to earth to fulfill God the Father's plan of redemption, by fulfilling prophecy and dying on the cross at Calvary, for the sin of all who will believe

Of course, I am grateful that Jesus told us He was sending God the Holy Spirit to us who belong to Him, to be a helper to us, and guide us through the sanctification process.

If you are not yet saved, please accept Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour.  If you need some help, feel free to e-mail me.  Hope to see you one day, in Heaven!

Until next time...

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Friday, March 16, 2012

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society...

On this past Monday, my evening was filled with another gathering. This time, it was my Windsor Book Club meeting.

What did you think, when you read the title of today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry?  Was it shocking to you?

It's not every day when you read a title, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society...  However, it isn't just the title of today's LwL entry, it is also the title of the book we discussed at our Windsor Book Club, meeting!  This is a novel, written by authors Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.

Certainly, before I read this book, I was hesitant to even request a copy at the library.

It wasn't just the title that kind of threw me off.  When I heard that it was a book written in the format of a volume of letters, I could feel my insides groaning.  My mind thought, 'yuch'!

However, even if a book is not my cuppa tea, I always locate it, open it, and read it, right through to the very end.

Reading to the very end, was not a problem for me, with this book.  To my delight, I found it an easy read.  And, an adorable storyline.

Some people agreed with me; others did not.  Isn't this just the way it goes when you have a group of about 18 people together?!

In any case, it was a great meeting.  At least, until the end. 

Before I write what I intend to say, please realize this is NOT a Christian group, although there is at least one (1) fellow Christian in our group.

We were asked which character we liked the best.  I replied with my choice, because I felt that even though the book didn't say whether or not the person was Christian, they seemed to have Christian values.  Fruit of the Spirit.

This opened a can of worms.  That's all I will say about it!  Other than to say that quite a bit of discussion happened regarding WW2, as well as current war problems.  Intensive reflections, to say the least.


The good news is that before departing it seemed everything had smoothed itself over, and people agreed to disagree with regards to viewpoints.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Well, for those who would like to have a copy of the recipe for Potato Peel Pie, feel free to click on this LINK; for those who cannot open links, here it is:

Potato Peel Pie Recipe:

Here’s a recipe for a potato peel pie, but I warn you, it tastes like paste. The more authentic it is, the nastier. These ingredients will make a very small pie (expand at will):

1 potato
1 beet
1 Tablespoon milk

Peel the potato and put the peelings in a pie pan. Don’t cook the peels, because you’re in the middle of an Occupation and you don’t have any fuel. Boil the potato and the beet together in salty water, but not for very long, due to the fuel problem. Just until you can stick a fork in the potato. Take them out and mash them up with the milk. Pour the glop in the pie pan.
Bake at 375 for as short a time as is consonant with digestion (fuel again), say, fifteen minutes.
The finished product will look quite attractive and pink. If you squint, you can almost imagine raspberries. Don’t be fooled. It looks a lot better than it is. However, if you forgot that you were in the middle of WWII and added a bunch of butter and milk and salt, it could be quite tasty.


Please... don't think that I am encouraging anyone to use this recipe for a meal.  I have not utilized it and certainly cannot endorse it.  The purpose in posting it is mainly to show you that it truly exists, even if the book itself is fiction.

Of course, if any of you decide to make this dish, please feel free to e-mail me and let me know how it works out!  :)

Until next time...

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Goes With The Territory!

On Monday, March 5th, I did something new; something I had not done, before.  I attended a writers' club meeting.

Okay, okay.  That wasn't quite a true statement, because in fact, I do attend a writers' club meeting, monthly.  But that group is in Leamington, as you would know if you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time.

This meeting I attended for the first time, was a fairly new group, located right here, in Windsor, where I live!  It's a group I found on Facebook (FB), believe it or not!

We met at the downtown branch of our Windsor Public Library, about 6:45 p.m., in the lower level meeting room.  Apparently, this group will meet bi-weekly.

If my memory serves me correctly, about eight (8) of us met.  Like me, some people attending were there for the first time!  Actually, this made me feel rather comfortable, realizing that I was not alone in feeling somewhat awkward.

This group differs in some ways, from my Leamington group.  For starters, only once with my Leamington group, did we review any writing work anyone created.

Apparently, this is the main focus of my new Windsor writers' group.

In some ways, this is a good thing.  After all, no one is a perfect writer.  Everyone needs some encouragement and reflection on their work, from time to time.  Especially, when it is meant to be positive reinforcement.

In the past, I attended a group like this Windsor group. 

The group I attended previously, met at my church, in our fellowship room, once monthly.  After all, it was a Christian group!

Which brings me to a concern of mine.

I feel comfortable with unsaved people, or people from various backgrounds who may/may not even believe in God.  However, not all people are comfortable with me.

Why?  Because, I am Christian.

I never hide this.  My love for my Lord, Jesus Christ and commitment to working to fulfill God's Great Commission, is rather evident in my life.

One thing I am sure of.  There will never be a time, when anyone I meet with doesn't know I am Christian.  It's so much a part of me, it just comes out... everywhere I go.

I suppose you could say, it goes with the territory!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wonderful Workshop!

Last Saturday, I did something different.  lol  Okay, this is becoming a habit, I guess.  Doing something different, I mean.
Different can be good!

After being out in Amherstburg for the church sale that I wrote about a few days ago, and after returning home to Windsor, I made my way to the Windsor Public Library branch closest to where I live.  The Riverside branch.

Yes, I needed to pick up the book I had on order, but when I arrived, it had not yet been unpacked from the delivery boxes.

However, that wasn't my main reason for being there.

In the afternoon, there was a special meeting being held.  One that I wanted to attend.  Well, in essence it was more of a workshop than a meeting.

By the time I arrived, every seat was filled at the tables that formed a U-shape, so everyone could see clearly the on-screen information that was being presented by the facilitator.

To be honest, it almost blew me away, seeing so-o-o many people in attendance of this workshop.  I had no idea there were quite so many people interested in learning how to write memoirs.  Quickly, I relaxed, when I saw there were a few people I knew there; people who are fellow members of my Windsor writing group.

The facilitator was a woman who was a published author.  Her name is Madeline Sonik.  Here is a LINK for you to use, to find out more about her and books she has written.

And, as I arrived, the workshop was just beginning.  I took a seat at the end of the beverage table set up, for all to access for refreshments. 

Actually, it worked out well for me, because I could see and hear perfectly from my seat. 

Truly, I feel blessed being able to attend this workshop.  Not just because I got to meet this author in person, but also because what I heard and what my notes attest, is the fact that when I wrote my book, Love Never Fails You... I wrote it the way it was recommended!

If you haven't yet read my book, you are welcome to visit where you'll be able to click on a link for the e-book format, that gives all who access the link, an example of my writing.

All in all, I was glad I took the time to participate in this workshop.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Coffee & Fellowship!

As you would know if you were a regular reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), there are a few things I do once monthly.

One of them is meeting with some Christian friends at Tim Horton's. We're back to meeting at the Timmie's at Crawford & Wyandotte St. W., at 7:30 p.m. on the first Friday of each month. If you'd like to join us, feel free to meet with us!

In February, our friend R brought with her photos of one of her vacations. We all enjoyed looking at them and discussing her trip.

At that time, Y asked me if I would bring vacations pics for our March meeting. So, that's what I did.

We had a new person join us. He didn't appear to like the idea of looking at travel pics, but then, I'm sure he wasn't aware that I had done so, to fulfill a request.

In any case, I believe we all had a great time! Even our newest member, I think!

It's a shame that we no longer have quite as large a group as we had in the past, but then, some people decided to meet with a new group that meets also on Fridays. So, it's not really surprising that our numbers are not as large as before.

However, I tend to like the more personal, intimate-sized group that we now have. After all, we're just friends going out for coffee and fellowship!

Besides, it sure beats sitting at home, alone.

I've said it before and I'll say it, again.  It's not a case where I don't like being alone. 

Au contraire!

Oops...  Now, you probably think I speak French, fluently!  lol  Sorry, I do not.  However the phrase seemed to fit the need, to a tee!

In fact, there are times when I truly enjoy my alone time.  Sometimes, I enjoy just sitting back, relaxing and reading a good book.

However, life becomes ritualistic and boring, when a person has the same routine, day after day.  Especially, when there is no one to talk with, share a meal with, or any other part of life.

Yes, life can be lonely.  So, I am grateful to have times like these, where I can get out with friends, even if it is just for coffee and some conversation. 

Until next time...

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Monday, March 12, 2012

Silly, Me!

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I had forgotten to post what I had written, previously.

You may be wondering what reminded me.  Well, it was because on Saturday, I travelled to a nearby town, Amherstburg, with a friend.  My friend is a fellow writer, who was planning to set up a table at a church sale, to promote and sell copies of her (children's) book.

We have done this together in the past, and since we life in the same apartment building, it makes sense to attend some of these events, together. 

In any case, I had agreed; off we went.

We spent the better part of the day speaking with people who attended the church event, looking to buy various items available for sale, from any of the numerous tables set up.  Of course, we also took turns watching our table, so we could go walk around a bit.  After all, everyone needs to stretch their legs and have a change from being secured to a table!

As I've mentioned previously, I am not really a shopper.  In fact, I would like to say that I don't like shopping, at all.  However, we all have to do it, in order to live.

However, being a person who likes to save time, energy and money, it was a good place to walk around, for there were many varied items available.

I suppose I should qualify what I just said.  Yes, I needed the exercise.  Yes, it was interesting.  And, yes... I did shop!

Okay, I shopped quite a bit, even.  Definitely more than my cohort.

A short time before we were due to pack up and head for home, someone I knew entered the church and approached our table.  It was the person I wrote about, yesterday.  The fellow who had worked with my husband, Gordon.

After a short conversation, he notified my writer friend that he had known and liked my now deceased husband.  This reminded me once again, of the movie evening, when we shared a table watching the movie, Courageous!

Once again, I was happy to hear that someone cared for my Gordon. 

But at the same time, I felt rather sad in my heart, realizing there is no love for me, here on earth; for he's now in heaven.  For this, I thank God, even if it makes me sad that we are no longer together.

Of course, once I was home, I perused some of my blog entries and didn't find the one I posted yesterday, posted previously.  Then, I realized that I had written it, and forgotten to post it.

Silly, me!  Well, there you have it.  I'm not perfect.  But, then, no one is.

Until next time...

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Holding Back Tears...

Several weeks ago, I meant to post this Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.  It's with regards to a conversation I had with a man I met at Heritage Park Alliance Church (HPAC)'s senior's movie night.

This kind-hearted fellow, who had known my deceased husband Gordon, proceeded to tell me that they had both been hired by General Motors (GM) at the Transmission Plant, about the same time.  And, they had worked near each off and on other over the years, in several departments. 

B told me what a wonderful soul Gordon was.

As B explained that they would discuss the Bible, verses and even shared in Bible study from time-to-time, during lunch breaks.  He also let me know that both he and Gordon used to witness and give the gospel message to unbelievers they worked with.

It was all I could do to hold back tears.  Yet, it did my heart good to hear this from B.

Then, the movie began. 

Courageous, turned out to be one of the best movies I have seen in a long time.  Not only did it have a gut-wrenching, scary beginning that not only got your attention, but it drew you to want to see more, when the beginning trauma abruptly ended, with a happy ending.

Not wanting to give away the storyline, I will say that every dad should see this film.  Also, every mom, son, daughter, grandson, granddaughter.  Everyone, needs to see this movie!

Seriously, I believe this is a film meant to encourage Godly men, to become the best dad's they can be.

It was a touching movie.  I understood why boxes of Kleenex had been placed at almost every table.  Truly, I believe almost everyone, saved or not saved, would be able to relate to this story. 

When the movie ended and the lights were once again turned on, the door prizes were drawn.  Nope; my name wasn't drawn.

By this time, tea and coffee were ready, as was dessert.  We each savoured a bowl of apple crisp, with ice-milk.  Well, actually, some of the men had seconds, because there was a lot left after everyone had been served.

Again, B spoke of Gordon.

By the time our group was saying goodnight, my new found friends were making sure I would join their group once again, next month.  I agreed, I would join them for their Italian celebration.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or cry.  Truly, I was happy I had gained some new friends.  But, I was also sad, being reminded about Gordon. 

Melancholy, is the only way I can describe how I felt, for once again, I was holding back tears. 

On my way home, I couldn't hold back any longer.  Tears ran down my face, as I thought about Gordon and how much I miss him.

What can I say?  Life is hard.  But, God is good.  He helps me, daily.  For this, I am truly grateful.  And, grateful that Jesus loves me.

He loves you, too.  If you don't know Jesus as your Lord and Saviour, there is no time like the present.  We aren't guaranteed tomorrow, so trust in Jesus, today.  You'll be glad you did.

Until next time...

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Saturday, March 10, 2012


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I had a close call with disaster, on my way to my writer's group meeting, in Leamington.

After the incident, a little further up the road, the weather seemed to improve.  Less fog.

J and I met at the appointed time.  I got into his car and we continued on to the Art Gallery, in Leamington.

It was a great meeting.  I must admit, I truly enjoy this group.

Once again, a woman J, came and sat next to me, just like at the last meeting.  She's the person who lives in my apartment building.  Since she is a busy person, like myself, we decided that if we can, we will try to travel together, but it may not happen all that often.

B, the leader of our group, and I chuckled about calling each other cuz (short for cousin).  We chuckled even more, when I explained to him that I really shouldn't be calling him cuz, because in reality, I should call him... unc.  After all, he was my deceased husband Gordon's step-uncle. 

Poor fellow!  I'm sure this made his day.  At least we shared a laugh!

As J and I left Leamington, we chatted about how glad we were it wasn't foggy.  We spoke too soon.  Within a couple minutes of making those remarks, we were once again, in fog.

Being both born-again Christians, neither of us really was all that worried.  It was a good thing, because the truth of the matter was that it was difficult to see the road in some places!

Of course, by the time I reached home, I was certainly happy to be able to relax and prepare for some nighty-night sleep time!

Once again, I must say how grateful I am to God, for keeping a hedge of protection around me.

Why He does this, is beyond me.  A close friend of mine, with whom I pray fairly often, and I have discussed issues like this.  We agree that God must still have a plan for our lives, otherwise we wouldn't be here.

Sometimes, it's hard to see the forest for the trees.

Even though we, as humans, only see the micro-picture of our lives, God sees the macro-picture.  He knows everything about us.  And, He already knows the plans He has for our lives, plans to prosper us and not harm us, to give us hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). 

For this, I'll be eternally grateful!

If you would like to feel the way I do, being eternally grateful to God, all you need to do is to trust in Jesus for your salvation.  Nothing more; nothing less.  Jesus is the way, the truth and the life; no man comes to the Father, but by Him (John 14:6).  Trust in Jesus.  You'll be glad you did.

Until next time...

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Friday, March 9, 2012

Hedge of Protection!

As I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about recent happenings, I realized that I hadn't yet told you about some startling events of a few weeks ago!

One evening, around suppertime, I drove to the nearby town of Essex.  Once again, I was to meet my writer friend J at the carpooling lot along the Hwy. #3 bypass and Arner Townline.  It was our intention to carry on together to Leamington to our writer's club meeting.

Driving south on Manning Road, the rain kept pouring down.  By the time I reached where I was to turn left onto the Hwy. #3 bypass, it had begun to be not only as dark as the ace of spades, but also a bit foggy.

To complicate things, near where I was to turn, were flashing lights from a couple of vehicles; one of which was in some sort of trouble.

As I began to make my turn into the overcast and blinding (from the flashing lights) roadway, I passed what I thought was the ground between the two (2) roadways, that serve as a dividing median for traffic in both directions.  It only took a couple of seconds for me to realize something wasn't right.

By the time I realized I had in fact, only passed by the median between the division between the regular driving lanes and the separated left-turn lane, and had turned into the left-turn lane on the wrong side of the road, it was too late to stop and correct things.

Traffic came at me.  I can only imagine what went through the minds of the drivers who wondered why I was driving in the wrong direction on their side of the roadway.  :(

I thank God for the hedge of protection He kept around me that evening, because no collision occurred!

As soon as the traffic cleared, I did a u-turn and went back to the intersection, where I proceeded to access the roadway I had originally intended to drive upon.  I carried on, to meet my fellow writer, as planned.

Never before had I done something like this; driving on a divided road in the wrong direction, I mean. 

Well, I must say that years ago, I once came close to having a problem in fog.  But, the situation was different.

Years earlier (about 1972), I had been driving west along Derry Road in Mississauga, Ontario, heading home late one evening, after work.  The fog was so thick, it was like pea soup.

As I drove along, I had my window open, trying to look out into the wall of fog and listening to hear if I was approaching the side of the road, for there was a gravel shoulder on this dual lane roadway.  A feeling came over me.  I felt the need to stop my vehicle in the fog and determine where I was on the road.

After all, I didn't want to drive into a ditch!  Yes, this was way back when, before this area was built up.

As I opened my door, and began to step out, I could feel gravel under my foot.  The ground wasn't level, either.  If you haven't guessed by now, I'll tell you that I while my vehicle had not left the roadway and was still on the road, the fact was, I was on the wrong side of the road.

What I almost fell into, was the ditch on the wrong side of the road.

Wow!  Double wow!  At the time, I couldn't imagine why God had kept a hedge of protection around me, for although I wasn't a terrible person, I was someone who didn't put Him first in my life.

Today, is a different story.  Today, I realize that He protected me, for a reason.  He still has something for me to do, for Him. 

He knows that I live for Him.  And, trust in Him.  Not because my life isn't what I hoped it would be, but rather, because He is everything to me.  I know that without Him, I cannot even take my next breath!

Nobody ever loved me like Jesus.  And, I'm thankful.

Until next time...

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Plight of Canadian Injured Workers, continued...

If you read recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you are aware that I have been writing about the plight of the injured worker.  You'll also be aware that WCB/WSIB reduced costs to employers, a few years ago.

On the surface, this sounds good.  However, now WCB/WSIB is claiming that there are not enough funds to support the programme, for the length of time every injured worker requires benefits.  So, they spent a small (or maybe even a large, to some) fortune by hiring a company to research.

Instead of the research company making recommendations to reinstate the previously reduced costs to employers, the company made recommendations to cut back financial benefits, rehabilitation benefits, etc. to the injured worker.  Even though these recommendations have not been passed legally, they are being implemented.

Consequently, it has become harder to have a claim accepted.  Personally, I know a few people who have faced this.  It's not nice, especially since worthy claims are being held up, and appeals by the employers are forcing injured workers and their families, into financial dispair.

Are you sitting down?

Hopefully, you are one of a very few people who realize that injured workers are not supported by taxpayers.

That's right!  Most people don't realize this.  Most people seem to think that injured workers are just lazy people, milking the system.  Not so, my friend.

In fact, due to the current programme and due to the fact that not all injured workers' claims are not being accepted, circumstances will change drastically.  How?  Well, think about this for a moment.

If WCB/WSIB doesn't accept legitimate claims, pay for loss of wages, provide rehab benefits, medical benefits and in some cases retraining benefits, then who will?


That is right.  You, the Canadian taxpayer then funds all the medical care and supportive benefits that injured workers and their families require.  Why?

Well, when WCB/WSIB refuses a legitimate claim, how do people support themselves?  Most are forced to go on social services support of one sort or another.

All of which are supported by taxpayers.

Hmmm...  See the problem?  Please pray about this.  In my opinion, this is truly a tragedy that WCB/WSIB has already gotten away with not paying for medical care and/or other benefits that either OHIP or other sources have supplied, instead.  If they are allowed to make unnecessary cutbacks, the situation will only become worse.

Injured workers definitely need your prayer, for many reasons.  But, we taxpayers also need prayer, to support a system that will not burden us, due to our governments paying for costs that should be paid by the system(s) set up to do so.  WCB/WSIB.

Even though there are many injured workers suffering and living in poverty, there are those being supported by the system set up to provide for them.  People like Mr. I. David Marshall, President and CEO of WSIB Ontario.

Here is an article published online by WSIB/CSPAAT ONTARIO, confirming that Mr. Marshall is being paid $400,000 per year, plus taxable benefits, performance bonus (one reason I'm sure that contributes to his ensuring that benefits to injured workers are cut), as well as pension benefits:

Tell me, where is the justice in this?

Until next time...

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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Plight of the Injured Worker...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that what I wrote about pertained to the plight of the injured worker.

You may be wondering why I would have an interest in this subject.  Well, the long and short of it, is that I am an injured worker.

Like many who are fighting today's system, I was a person who was injured through no fault of my own. 

Although my injury claim was accepted many years ago, for the bus collision I was involved in, I was not treated right by the very system that was originally set up to help me.  Nor, did I receive treatment that should have assisted me in healing.  Talk about injustice!

I praise God that He provided for me, for if He had not provided I wonder how I would have survived.  Well, okay; not just me, but my family, too!

The fact is, I was told I 'fell through the cracks' of the system; I was not retrained and was not pensioned, even though I received life-long suffering from injuries from being hit by a truck, while driving the school bus, years ago.  The contact I had with WCB/WSIB was enough to almost cause me a nervous breakdown. 

Recently, I was asked to tell someone about my situation.  My reply was that if I was to do this, I would need to write a book.  After giving it much thought, I may just do this.

Okay, that's enough of that, at least for now.

Meanwhile, there are many who need to be lifted up in prayer, encouraged and supported.  That's why I speak up, now.

There was a time, when I could not do this.  Speak up, I mean.  In fact, there was a time when I couldn't even think about WCB/WSIB, because just thinking about what I experienced was too much to bear.

Today, a friend sent me this link:

Hopefully, you'll watch the video.  While the video is about Edmonton, Alberta's injured workers, the place truly makes no different.  You see, it matters not which province the injured worker lives in, it seems that all go through the same troubles.

Here is another link, but this one is for

This is a LINK to an article that appeared in The Windsor Star, on Tuesday, February 28, 2012; the day after the meeting.  While I appreciate the fact that the newspaper featured the article, in my opinion, it did nothing to explain why injured workers fear WSIB changes. 

I will try to explain this in as few words as possible.  Well, here goes!

One of the problems that was discussed in the meeting I wrote about yesterday, is the fact that a few years ago, WCB/WSIB reduced the fees payable by employers.  Drastically.  Close to one third (1/3), was saved by employers.  Too bad The Windsor Star didn't refer to this and some other facts, to educate the public.

While this may sound good, it was detrimental to the very system that needs to be self-supporting.

There is more to be said about this, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Special Day, IWC & Veterans...

Monday, February 27th was a special day.  It is both a happy and sad day, for different reasons. 

This day was the birthday of someone I care for very much; a female Christian friend of mine, who I rarely have contact with.  The same date, was also the anniversary of when Gordon's mom died.

Why I seem to recall special dates, is beyond me.  Truly, they no longer have any significance.  Still, my mind seems to recall some dates as being more important than others.

This past February 27th was special for another reason. 

Along with fellow members of the Injured Workers' Coalition (IWC) group I belong to, and other interested individuals, I met at the CAW Local 200/444 Union Hall, 1855 Turner Rd., Windsor, at 4:30 p.m., for a very important meeting.

More than 150 workers and advocates attended the meeting.  Yes, I knew some people in attendance, but the fact was, there were many people there that I had never met or seen, before.

It's always surprising to visually see that there are those who care about the plight of the injured worker. 

I must say that although there were a great number of people at this meeting, I personally know a handful of those who couldn't make it to the meeting.  So, this kind of gives you an idea of just how many people's lives are influenced by workplace injury.  Not to mention the families of those who have suffered injury at work.

Unfortunately, even though there were people from as far away as Hamilton, Ontario, no government representatives showed up. 

It may sound like I'm changing the subject, but after you've read what I am writing, I'm sure you'll think differently.  In The Windsor Star, an article was published on the front page, entitled Traumatized veterans find help elusive.  Here is a link to the article:

What makes this relational to the plight of the injured worker, is the fact that in essence, traumatized and other veterans who have been injured in some way, are injured workers.  These brave people who did their best to protect us and stand up for freedom, became injured in their line of duty. 

Of course, they have a different branch of the government to deal with.

Normal, every day, suffering injured workers must tolerate the abusiveness of the Workplace Safety and Insurance Board (WSIB) system.  Suffering veterans must contend with Veterans Affairs Canada (VAC).  While the names are different, it appears that the trials endured by those needing assistance, are very similar. 

In my opinion, both groups have to deal with injustice. 

Of course, being Christian, I am grateful that God has blessed me in a way that only another Christian could understand.  He's given me the grace to deal with the issues and forgive those who truly need forgiveness.

There is more to be said, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, March 5, 2012


On Sunday, February 26th, after church, I didn't go to visit my co-worker C, who has been in the rehab centre for weeks.  I didn't go after, because I went prior to going to worship.

We had a nice visit for close to an hour, then I headed to my church, to worship.

Unfortunately, I had to work in the afternoon, so I made sure I went to see my friend, before worship.  After working, I visited the cemetary and headed home. 

While writing entries for Life with Lynnie (LwL), I listened and watched my television.  This is normal for me.  Multi-tasking, I mean!

After the show I was watching on PBS (Public Broadcasting Service) ended, I decided to watch a movie.  There were several listed, but I decided to watch The Quiet American (TQA), which was airing on another station.

I turned the channel, thinking I would watch TQA, but it didn't happen.  It turned out to be Nicholas Nickleby that was being shown.  While I suppose some reprogramming had occurred, I was happy to have seen this film.

In the past, I've read the book, written by Charles Dickens.  If you haven't yet read this story, I would recommend you do.  I found it to be great reading.

In addition, I've seen previously, a movie version filmed for PBS.  But, I had not before seen this version of the movie, so I decided to watch it.

The version I watched on that Sunday, was different from the version of the movie I had seen, previously.  Still, I enjoyed it.

But, I must comment and let you know that neither version of the film I have now seen, is the same as each other.  In fact, while both versions of the movie are good and contain basic storyline, they are very different, for they contain varied parts of the story itself.

However, since the book is of great length and is filled with wonderful reading, my opinion is that if a movie were to be made of the whole book, it would have to be probably twice in length as either of these were.  Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough time to have scenes from every part of the book.

Of course, as a reader (and a writer), I would suggest you read the book, if you haven't already done so.

Until next time...

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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Praise God! Thank You, Jesus! No Pain; No Gain!

Saturday, Feb. 25th, was quite a day!

You see, the day before I found out that the swimming pool at the YMCA/YWCA (Y) was once again open for use.  Somehow, they had forgotten to call me, to let me know.  But, while downtown on Friday, I dropped by and found this to be the case.

So, about 7:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, I left home.

At first it wasn't snowing.  Then, within a few minutes, snow began to fall.  Wind began blowing.  The next thing you know, was that I was in the middle of a severe snowstorm, almost a blizzard!

Not a big deal, to be sure.  It is, after all, winter!

However, the roads that had only a short time earlier been wet, were now frozen.  Traffic slowed to a crawl. 

About 7:45 or 7:50 a.m., I began to turn left from Riverside Dr. W., onto Ferry St.

The trouble was, my van didn't want to make the turn.  Instead, my vehicle began sliding over towards the curb.  Applying the brakes made the anti-lock brakes kick in, but this didn't stop me.

Twisting and turning in mini circles, reminded me why I prefer rear wheel drive, as the older vehicles had been, instead of these newer products with front wheel drive.  This means less control, overall.

However, as the pole grew closer to me, I prayed that my Lord would stop my van and not allow me to hit anything.  At first, I continued sliding.

But, then... my van came to a stop.  Nope; I didn't hit anything.  Not even the curb.  It felt strange; almost like a miracle, for it happened rather abruptly.  One second moving; the next, stopped!

For this, I praise God and thank Jesus!  Even now, I can only thank You, for answering my prayer!

You may have thought I was alone in having trouble driving during the snowstorm time, but the reality is, I was not alone.  Many other drivers had trouble. 

In fact, on the following Monday's Windsor Star, this article was printed: 

The article claims people need to slow down.  Well, as I stated, I was literally crawling along, and I still lost control!  Oh, well!  I praise God for the hedge of protection He surrounded me with.  And, I prayed for all those who weren't quite so blessed.

Arriving at the Y, just before opening time, I saw the young man unlock the building.  I felt very comfortable making my way to the change room.

I must admit, it felt wonderful to be back in the pool!

Due to not being able to exercise for about seven (7) or so weeks, due to the pool pump/filter system breaking down and needing replacing, I decided I should not do quite as much of a work out as I had been doing, previously.  So, I only did half of what I had normally been doing.

This was smart thinking on my part, to be sure.  Later, my body began to seize up.  Pain was so severe I actually took something for pain, twice before finally climbing into bed, early.

Oh well, so be it.  No pain; no gain.

Until next time...

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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Southern Italy...

The last Friday of the month is when Heritage Park Alliance Church (HPAC) seniors meet; their group is called The Legacy Group

If you have read Life with Lynnie (LwL) around that time of January, you'll know that I had been invited by the head librarian, to attend the meeting, last month.  Well, this month, once again, I joined them.

Before I left home to meet with the group on February 24th, I had been conversing with my real estate partner/friend C, who is still at the rehab centre.  When I said I had to end our conversation, and get ready to go out to dinner, he asked a question that was humerous.  He asked me who the lucky guy was.

When I asked what he meant, he replied that since I was going out to dinner on a Friday evening, I must be going out on a date.  Be still my heart!

Truly, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!

After I explained I was attending the church group dinner, and hung up from my telephone call with C, I began thinking about what he had said.  And, I found it rather upsetting.

No, I wasn't upset with him.  But, reality struck me that since I am no longer a young person with prospects in life, I would probably never go out on a date again, ever.

Thinking about missing my husband, and thinking about being alone for the rest of my life, did nothing to encourage me.  Even so, I prepared myself and off I went.

While last month, we watched a movie entitled, Courageous (one I truly hope you have watched), this month was somewhat different.  All who had purchased a ticket, arrived to celebrate an evening in Italy.

Round tables were used this month, as they are more suitable for an evening meal, where people can both eat and talk with each other.  The colours of Italy were used to brighten the decor.

Together, we enjoyed a fabulous meal, catered by local Italian centre that provides meals as well as space for functions.  Here in Windsor area, it is a fairly common meal, but oh, so delicious!

We all agreed at our table, that we savoured every morsel of roasted chicken, roast potatoes, penne in tomato sauce, salad and Italian dinner rolls.  As if this wasn't enough, we finished our meal with delectable cake, for dessert, accompanied by coffee and/or tea.

After dinner, we listened to music.  A young man who worships at HPAC is a drummer in a trio, who played for us.  This was delightful and refreshing!

Later, once all tables had been cleared, I had visitors approach me, at my table. 

The first woman was one of the pastors' mom; she was a lovely lady.  Very friendly and welcoming to me, to be sure.

The second visitor, was a woman who was seated halfway across the room from me.  I recognized her, immediately.  She is a fellow neighbour, in my apartment building!  A rather new addition to our home.

My newer neighbour let me know that while seated at her table, others mentioned the fact that I was seated across the way.  Apparently, they discussed my book, Love Never Fails You...  While we chatted, she informed me that we could drive together, any time, to worship at her church. 

Truly, I have found folks at this church, very friendly and welcoming!  A pleasant change from what I have been living with, lately.  But, then, I won't go there, now.

We finished up the evening watching a video, obtained from the public library.  The video was of Southern Italy.

Like others at my table, I enjoyed this film, immensely.  While Gordon and I had not toured much of Southern Italy, we had visited several places, like Rome, and other areas north of Rome.

Of course, this film ended with views of Rome.  As I watched, I felt rather melancholy.  Seeing some of the places we visited together, brought those mixed feelings of happiness and sadness, once again.

At the same time, I was grateful God had blessed me, by having spent that time with my husband, even if I still miss him terribly, now.

Until next time...

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Friday, March 2, 2012

Showing & Giving Love...

Well, I've about had enough of feeling stressed and heartbroken, never mind writing about it.  So, today will be different.  Today, I will write more about my comings and goings of recent time.

Last week, I visited with a friend of mine, A.  While we ususally meet periodically, for lunch, this visit was different.  I went to her home!

I was so happy to see that A was doing well after her surgery.  I praise God and thank Jesus that A is healing well!  Thank you, to any/all who pray for A's healing.  May God bless you...

We had a nice visit and enjoyed a cup of tea, together.  Actually, we yakked for so long, I began to wonder if I had actually moved in and had not just dropped by for a short time!

On the Thursday evening that week, I drove to Essex, once again.  Being the last Thursday of the month, it was time for our writer's group meeting, in Leamington.

This time, instead of parking my vehicle and climbing into my friend and fellow writer J's vehicle, J climbed into my van, and off we went to Leamington, to the Arts Centre, where we meet.

The planned speaker couldn't make it, but it was okay.  We had been asked to bring stuff we had written, if we wanted to share.  But, there was so-o much to talk about, we never had a moment to spare!

On Friday, I spent some time with family.  While this sounds good, and certainly it is, in the sense that I appreciate spending time with my family, both reasons weren't the best.

My grandson N had to have an ultrasound test, as he hasn't been well.  So, I picked him up and took him to his test.  Hopefully, the results will be informative as to what is happening, in terms of his health. 

His mom couldn't because she had her own stressful situation to deal with.

Even so, I met up with both my daughters for a short visit.  I was glad we were able to have done this, because I want to be supportive of them, both in good as well as not-so-good aspects of life. 

Besides, it truly is a blessing to spend any amount of time with my family.

As well, it's always nice when one can hug and give tokens of love to those who are important in our lives.  So, in this case, I praise God and thank Jesus, for being able to show my family I love them.

Until next time...

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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Doug Gordon... Love Birds...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you'll know that over the past few weeks, I hadn't felt well.  Yes, I tried to work as much as possible, but I had a fair amount of time off, especially when I had fever, etc. 

When my sinus/headache was severe, I didn't even want to read.  Instead, as I felt somewhat improved, I watched some movies.

Since I've been feeling very much better, I haven't had time to relax and watch movies, or read much.  As planned, I worked more this week.  Until today, that is.

You see, the main client I had been working with, decided against buying the property she told me she wanted to make an offer on.  Instead, she decided to keep looking.

This is not a problem for me.  After all, I've faced all sorts of issues in my real estate career of over 24 years.

However, since my schedule's time doing paperwork and doing offer presentation was cancelled for today, I found myself with extra time on my hands.  Yes, I could have done other work; in fact, I did some.

But, I decided to relax a little, as well.  So, I watched a movie in the afternoon.  It was called Love Birds (2011).  Here is a link for information on the movie.

Until today, I had never heard of this film.  Even so, since it was a comedy/romance movie, I thought it might be worth watching.

Just as I began getting into the film, I realized the main male character's name was Doug Gordon.

To most of you, this probably means absolutely nothing.  But, to me, it meant everything.  In fact, when I heard his name, I almost shut off the movie.

Most of you are aware that my now deceased husband's name was Gordon.  What most of you won't be aware of, is that for some unknown reason, whenever we met people who couldn't recall Gordon's name, they seemed to more often than not, call him Doug.

Why this happened, I have no idea.

I just know that this happened time after time; we used to laugh about it.  We used to chuckle together and comment about how he maybe should have considered changing/adopting that name, as his own. 

The trouble is, it was 29 months today, that my Gordon collapsed, here at home.

Truly, I've tried to not focus on this fact, for about a week, now.  I promised myself that I wouldn't think about it.  That I would keep myself busy, so that I could break the habit of feeling loss, anymore.


This wasn't a funny joke, Lord.

Yesterday, I ran into a fellow who lives here in my apartment building.  His name is not Doug.  Yet, he had a jacket on that had the name Doug, embroidered on it.

Now today, this movie.  It seems that even in those times, when we try to put in the past all the hurt and anguish of life, somehow Satan manages to find a way to open up those old wounds.

Lord, thank you for helping me through this day.  I know that I could not make it through this life, without You.

Until next time...

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