Monday, April 30, 2012

By Faith...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I made reference to 2 Corinthians 5:7, where we are told, "For we walk by faith, not by sight".

While in our worship service, at my church, we sang:

By Faith - Keith & Kristyn Getty & Stuart Townend

(Here is a Youtube link to listen and/or sing along: )

By faith we see the hand of God
In the light of creation's grand design
In the lives of those who prove His faithfulness
Who walk by faith and not by sight

By faith our fathers roamed the earth
With the power of His promise in their hearts
Of a holy city built by God's own hand
A place where peace and justice reign

We will stand as children of the promise
We will fix our eyes on Him our soul's reward
Till the race is finished and the work is done
We'll walk by faith and not by sight

By faith the prophets saw a day
When the longed-for Messiah would appear
With the power to break the chains of sin and death
And rise triumphant from the grave

By faith the church was called to go
In the power of the Spirit to the lost
To deliver captives and to preach good news
In every corner of the earth

We will stand as children of the promise
We will fix our eyes on Him our soul's reward
Till the race is finished and the work is done
We'll walk by faith and not by sight

By faith this mountain shall be moved
And the power of the gospel shall prevail
For we know in Christ all things are possible
For all who call upon His name

We will stand as children of the promise 
We will fix our eyes on Him our soul's reward
Till the race is finished and the work is done
We'll walk by faith and not by sight

We will stand as children of the promise
We will fix our eyes on Him our soul's reward
Till the race is finished and the work is done
We'll walk by faith and not by sight

We'll walk by faith and not by sight...

The interesting thing is that God knew I needed to be reminded of this, even before I did.  Before I experienced the hurtfulness of yesterday's harsh words after church, by someone I love and care about.

In addition to walking by faith and not by sight, I realize that I also need to do something else that God told us, in Ephesians 6:13, "Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand."

I've done all.  I'm standing.  In obedience to His Word.  And, trusting Him for everything in my life.

I pray you are doing the same, my friend. 

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Trust and Obey...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about Under His Watchful Eye...  No pun was intended when I wrote the article and the title, even though it was in reference to both God and my eye problem.

The reason I wrote about my ongoing eye problem was due to having my eye check-up appointment.  However, it led me to think about the fact that God is truly in control.  Not us.

The world teaches that we should be in control of our lives.  If not, we are doing wrong.  From their point of view.

However, with God, He is in control of everything, including our lives.  We truly cannot do anything without Him.  Not even take our next breath.

When we realize that in and of ourselves, we can do nothing without God, we not only face reality, but we also give Him glory.  He wants that from us.  But, when we face real life circumstances, what does this mean?

In 2 Corinthians 5:7, we are told, "For we walk by faith, not by sight".

Knowing that God is in control, even when we think things in our lives are out of control, is comforting.  We know that He loves us and will always provide. 

It amazes me how God always seems to know our need, sometimes even before we do.  Like the song says, we just need to trust and obey, for there's truly no other way, to be happy in Jesus.

You see, today, I had another incident happen in my life.  While I won't go into detail, I will say that this has been a recurring problem I've had to deal with, over the years.

When the person spoke, they did so in a manner that was not just rude, but showed that they had no respect or love for me.

Truly, I praise God for showing me the reality of His ways.   Including my need to forgive others, as I did, once again, today.

Had I not been walking with Him, it might have been easy to have responded in kind.  But, since I know and understand God's Word, I realize that 1 Peter 3:9, "Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.", is of utmost importance, when dealing with hurtful people.

I praise God and thank Jesus for giving me the composure, to be able to keep calm and not become upset. 

While I find it hurtful dealing with this issue, I realize that I really don't have any control over it.  I must walk by faith and not by sight.  I thank the Holy Spirit for guiding me.

Without the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit in my life, I just know I couldn't make it, so I'm thankful they are with me, always.

Until next time...

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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Under His Watchful Eye...

On Thursday, I had big plans to finish up my income tax return for 2011.  Nope; it didn't happen.  I was too busy with other things!

For starters, I had an eye appointment, at 8:00 a.m.  Yes, you read correctly!  My eye specialist, who I see every six (6) months, for a check-up, opens his office early!

You may be wondering why I need to see an eye specialist every six (6) months.

Well, if you've read the book I authored a few months ago, Love Never Fails You...  (, you would know that I wrote a chapter about being in a collision in 1980.  Or, if you've been a long time reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I wrote about that incident, here as well.

Afterwards, WCB/WSIB (Workers' Compensation Board/Workers Safety Insurance Board) told me I could do any kind of work, but this was not true.  In fact, it didn't take long for me to receive another back injury, because I still had neck, back, shoulder and other problems that hadn't yet healed.

This subsequent back injury was of great concern to my physiotherapist, who kept insisting there was more wrong with me than just the injury.  Yes, she could feel a hole in my back, where I had torn a muscle, but she kept saying there was way too much inflammation.

A local orthopaedic specialist was caring for me.  I won't go into details about my treatment, except to say that I had a series of three (3) cortisone blocks done at the hospital, one week apart.  This procedure is where massive amounts of cortisone is injected into the spine, in an effort to reduce the amount of inflammation.

Following each block, I was sick for about six (6) days, feeling like I was going to die.  But, not wanting any further problems with WCB/WSIB, I proceeded with treatment.

After the last treatment, I truly thought I was going to die and couldn't even get out of bed, for several days. 

Eventually, on a Saturday, I awoke.  Gordon took me immediately to hospital, for my left eye had swollen up the size of an egg.  The hospital didn't know what was wrong with me and told me to see my family doctor on Monday.

By the time I met my family physician in the hallway early Monday morning, I was on the verge of losing my eye, according to the eye specialist I was sent to, immediately.  I won't continue with regards to details, except to say I once I was out of immediate danger, about six (6) weeks later, I was sent to London, Ontario, to see a diagnostic specialist.

The London eye specialist told me he believed I had a rare form of Rheumatoid Arthritis, called Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS).  He went further to say that I should never, ever have anything invasive done to the spine, for it would bring on another massive arthritic attack of inflammation, again.

Sent back to Windsor, I had to see a rheumatologist, who did genetic testing for the HLA-B27 gene and examined me.  He confirmed I have AS. 

I must say that I am grateful to God, for providing for my every need, even if it was a truly stressful period in my life.  He was in control of that whole situation, that has followed me, for all these years.  Even when I felt alone, and without hope, He was there.  Thank You, Lord!

Since then, I have had to have continuous eye care, and even surgery.  Inflammation comes and goes, and therefore, I must be under the watchful eye of my specialist.

Immediately after my eye appointment, where I was told everything seemed under control, I made my way to M's home.  But, I'll have to tell you more about this, another time!

Until next time...

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Trust, Friendship and Gratefulness...

Wednesday morning, I awoke early.  Being a good gal, I went to the YMCA/YWCA (Y) about 6:30 a.m., and did my pool exercise.  Yeah!!!!

Truly, I do enjoy working out in the pool.

The water feels so very relaxing, even though I am exercising, stretching, using my body in ways I cannot do, outside the water.  Ahhh... afterwards, my body and muscles feel great.  At least, until I begin to feel rather tired!

Yes, this happens to me, regularly.  At least, lately.  I believe it may be due to having been rather ill over the past few weeks, even if I am feeling better, now.

I suppose I will just have to trust God to provide me with the strength I had, in the past.  And, work on making myself stronger, again.

One thing I enjoy about doing my exercise early in the morning like that, is the fact that it doesn't interfere with the rest of my day.  Even if I arrive home exhausted and have a short 20-30 minute nap or relaxation time, it still leaves the rest of my day for working and doing things in my schedule, without tearing apart my day.

After doing some of what I needed to do for the day, I made my way to Red Lobster seafood restaurant, where I was meeting my friend A, for lunch.

A and I meet on a fairly regular basis, but it had been a while since we had enjoyed a meal and fellowship time, together.  A enjoyed her haddock, while I enjoyed stuffed sole.  Hmmm.... good!  Thank you for treating me to such a tasty meal and fabulous time, together.  I felt totally and completely blessed.

Of course, our fellowship time was fabulous!  We talked and talked until we both wondered if the restaurant would charge us rent!  lol :-))  I must admit, our server was very patient with us.  Thankfully, so.

Just so you know, A and I met shortly after I began selling real estate, in early 1988.  In fact, I had been hired to lease commercial space at the hotel she worked at. 

Over the years, our relationship that began as a working one, grew and developed into a real-life friendship.  Today, I cannot imagine my life without A in it! 

Thank You, Lord... for A!  In fact, I thank You, for each and every one of my friends.  You have truly blessed me, Lord.

I would like to say how thankful I am that You provided for another of my friends.  J and my friendship began on Facebook (FB), but now we are real-life friends, also.

It was one (1) year ago today, when J had a double-lung transplant.  Thank You, dear Lord, for providing for J, when she truly needed You, most.  Thank You, for providing for her family, also.  Thank You, that you have handled each circumstance that has arisen, in J's healing process.

Mostly, I would like to thank You, for each and every one of my friends who prayed for J, her family... and for all who pray for others, regularly.  May You truly bless them, Lord!

Until next time...

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Thursday, April 26, 2012


If you've read Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries over the past week or so, you'll know that I was in London, Ontario last week and placed copies of the book I wrote last year, at Creation Bookstore, 900 Oxford St. E.

I had planned to return to London once again, to approach funeral homes, and other bookstores, in an effort to market some copies of my book Love Never Fails You...  Click on this LINK for more information and to view a Youtube video.  Especially, if you know someone who is experiencing trials in life, and/or is grieving. 

When my daughter P told me she was going to be heading to London on Tuesday, I decided it was a good time for me to go, once again.  After all, why would either of us want to drive alone, when we could make this trip, together?!

After doing what I needed to do at home, P met me and off we went. 

Travelling on Hwy. #401 was fairly smooth sailing.  Well, I suppose I should have said driving, instead.  However, I must admit that I was glad to have company with me, because it can be a long and fairly boring drive.  Especially, alone.

This time, we didn't wait to arrive in London to obtain a map of the city, in case we arrived when the information centre was closed, again.  We stopped at the rest centre in Tilbury, where there was an Information Ontario office.  I was able to pick up a map of London, there. 

After dropping P off at the hospital for her medical appointment, I made my way around the city.

The map wasn't very detailed, but I managed to find every funeral home I set out to visit, with ease.  It even surprised me that I was able to visit seven (7) funeral homes, all in one day!

Of course, it helps that I worked driving a delivery truck for Canada Post, years ago.  This past experience always assists me in planning out my route strategy, when making multiple stops in not just my own city, but virtually anywhere I go.  Thank You, Lord, for blessing me with good organizational skills!

Believe me when I say it was a very full day, for me.  It seems to take a lot of effort to market books that are self-published.  However, if I had to do it again, I would do it exactly the same.

Some people don't realize that when an author writes a book that is to be published through a publishing firm, they sometimes lose the right to have their work published exactly as they wrote it.  Usually, part of the contractural agreement gives the publisher the right to change any part of the manuscript they want. 

This is why I did not go that route. 

As a Christian, I realize that by simply changing a word here or a phrase there, the whole concept can be changed so that the meaning has been lost.  There was no way I wanted to have that happen, so I made the decision to self-publish.  After all, when it comes to God's Word, I would not want changes made, so that readers might possibly be led astray.

In any case, this is why I have been taking opportunities to visit cities other than where I live, in order to market my book.

After we were both finished what we had to do, P and I enjoyed a meal at Swiss Chalet, before heading for home.  For anyone not familiar with Swiss Chalet, it is a BBQ chicken restaurant, that has locations throughout Canada.  Mmmm... good! 

On Hwy. #401, heading towards home, P and I enjoyed conversation, once again.  This time, we chatted about genealogy.  Our family tree! 

Throughout our conversation, P kept encouraging me to get together with her, when we both have some time, to be able to not just do some research, but also, to put into writing some of what we discussed.  I chuckled whenever she requested this. 

Time?  Who has time?  lol  Well, I suppose I'll just have to make time to do this.  Especially since we both enjoy genealogy and would like to be better organized.

Besides, it would also be a great opportunity to spend quality time with my daughter!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Giving Support...

Monday, was another unusual day for me.

In an effort to get back into my old routine, I got up early, read my newspaper, and did my puzzles (Ken Ken, Sudoku, and Cryptoquote).  All this before arriving at the YMCA/YWCA (Y) to work out in the pool, when it opened at 6:30 a.m.!

After leaving the Y, on my route home, I did a bit of grocery shopping at a store that opens at 8:00 a.m.  Around the corner from the store, lives my co-worker/friend C, who was in the process of leaving his apartment in his motorized wheelchair, heading to the hospital a couple of blocks away, for a medical procedure. 

We said a quick 'hello' out on the sidewalk, before we both went our own ways. 

He told me how he was hurt on the weekend, when he dropped improperly off a sidewalk, to uneven pavement, fell out of his wheelchair, breaking a toe and receiving other injuries, when he landed face first on the ground.  He still looked visibly shaken.

I praise God and thank Jesus that two (2) nearby drivers that saw him fall, parked their vehicles and lifted him back into his wheelchair.  May God bless these people!

It isn't difficult to see that C is rather discouraged.  Who wouldn't be, in his position?

Arriving home, I began doing what I needed to do.  My phone rang.  It was a daughter of a friend of mine. 

Actually, she and I have become friends, as well.  This conversation was filled with tears and sorrow, concerning a close relative of hers that is dying of cancer.

Although I am a strong, mature believer in Christ, I found myself sympathizing with both her and her relative, to the point where I felt like crying, too. 

Even though we both realize that from a human perspective, there is nothing we can do to change the situation, I suggested we continue to pray.  After all, God is the person in control of all things.  Including this situation.

Later, while reflecting on the circumstances that transpired on this rather sad day, I prayed for everyone concerned.  In addition, I prayed for all my real-life friends, and Facebook (FB) friends, and for all the circumstances that each person is facing.  I prayed for you.  I prayed that everyone would look to the person in control of everything.  God.

Prayer, will continue.  And, I pray that you will be supportive of everyone in your life, praying for their needs.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 24, 2012


If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I visited a wheelchair-bound friend last Friday, making supper for us.

After dinner, we watched Wheel of Fortune, together.  Whenever I would solve the puzzle quickly, C would display a shocked look.  I would smile and apologize.  Well, at least this didn't happen with every puzzle that night; I am sure C was grateful for such small mercies!

After the show was over, I high-tailed it home.  No, I didn't have a date that night!

However, I did have plans.  I wanted to get my laundry done.  Wow!  What an exciting Friday evening!

I quickly arranged my loads of laundry, gathered up my coins for the machines, soap and dryer sheets and off I went to get this chore done.  Arriving at the laundryroom, I experienced something I had never before seen.  At least not in the five and a half (5 1/2) years I have lived here.

Upon entering the laundryroom, the light in the foyer part of the unit, was on like normal.  But, when I looked into the part of the complex where all the washers and dryers are located, it was in total darkness!

Talk about shock!  Never before had I ever experienced this.  Even so, I was grateful, because it meant I didn't have to worry about wondering if machines would be available for me to use!

It didn't take long to have this household chore completed!  For this, I thank You, Lord!

Saturday morning, I awoke rather early.

This was a day when I did something I hadn't done in close to three (3) weeks.  I went to the YMCA/YWCA (Y).

Arriving at 8:00 a.m., when the Y opens on Saturday mornings, wasn't so hard to do.  It's certainly a lot easier than being there for their Monday to Friday opening times of 6:30 a.m.!

In any case, since I had been ill for the time I had been away, and since I still felt that I didn't have much energy, I just took my time working out.  In effect, I did only about half of what I normally do. 

Even so, I found myself exhausted, once finished.  Arriving home, feeling as tired as I was, it didn't take me much time to make the decision to go back to bed, for a while.

Deciding to not set my alarm, I believe I passed out before my head hit the pillow.  When my phone rang, three (3) hours later, was when I once again, awoke!

Ahhh... what a restful feeling it was, to feel relaxed.  Again, I must praise God and thank Jesus!

Until next time...

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Monday, April 23, 2012

Chicken Broccoli Braid

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll be aware that my real estate parter/friend C is wheelchair bound.

You'll also be aware that usually about once per week or so, I'll either make a meal or pick up a meal for us to share, together.  I do this in an effort to be a good friend and provide encouragement, especially since there is no in-town family to do this for C.

This past Friday, we enjoyed fellowship time, together.  And, I elected to make a meal for us.  One that I haven't made since before my husband Gordon, died.

Whenever I have made this recipe in the past, I have always served it with salad.  This time was no different.

C seemed to enjoy the meal.  I was happy to have made this meal, because it is something I had not enjoyed in such a long time, as I said, previously.

Truthfully, I have no idea who first created this recipe, but to whoever it was, I would like to say thank you

Please know that I haven't found anyone who didn't like it, even with the broccoli!  Once, I made this for my brother Glenn, who hated vegetables and garlic, yet he loved it and had seconds!  I pray you will, too.

You may be wondering what it was I made.  It was a recipe called, Chicken Broccoli Braid.  Here's the recipe; I hope you enjoy it! 

Please realize that I cut the recipe printed below, in half and it was actually more than enough for the two (2) of us.

Chicken Broccoli Braid

2 cups cooked chopped chicken

1 cup chopped broccoli, raw

1/2 cup chopped red bell pepper

4 oz. sharp shredded cheddar cheese

1 garlic clove, pressed

1/2 cup mayonnaise (or Miracle Whip)

1 teaspoon dried dillweed

1/4 teaspoon salt


2 packages of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls

1 egg white, slightly beaten

2-3 tablespoons slivered almonds (optional)

Mix all ingredients in a bowl, except for the rolls, egg white and almonds.

Unroll each package of crescent rolls and place them side-by-side lengthwise on a floured baking pan, creating one piece (DO NOT SEPARATE).  Once together, this will form a long rectangle.  Make sure you pinch together where the joint is.  Also, pinch where perforations for triangles are together.  Please note, depending upon the size of your baking pan, the ends of this may hang over the sides, until you've finished putting this together.

Place the mixture in the middle of the rectangle, making sure to not fill the whole length.  Now, make cuts along the ends, a few inches long, horizontally, about 1 1/2" apart.  Take these slices and twist them to meet in the centre and pinch them together.

When all finished braiding, brush with egg whilte and sprinkle with slivered almonds on top (almonds, optional).

Bake at an oven temperature of 375 F for 30-35 minutes or until golden brown.  Enjoy!

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

In Heaven?

Today, is Sonday; my Lord's day!  Time to worship!

As per normal, I left home this morning and made my way to the cemetary before going to worship, to visit my deceased husband Gordon's grave.  Once again, while peering down at his and my grave marker, I wondered what I was doing there.  After all, while Gordon's body may be buried there, he is certainly not there.

He's in heaven.  With Jesus!

How do we know this?  God made a plan of redemption for us and explained it to us in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

Yes, friend.  God the Father created the plan, so that all who would trust in the finished work of Jesus Christ, would be saved from an eternity in hell. 

Jesus Christ, His only begotten Son, came to earth fully aware of what He needed to do to fulfill God the Father's plan.  He came of His own freewill.  Jesus didn't have to come to fulfill our Father's plan, but He did so, in obedience.

He suffered here on earth, in many ways.  He was tempted by Satan.  Was mocked and beaten.  Tortured and nailed to a wooden cross he dragged to the hill on Calvary, where He gave His life for me... and for you, if you are trusting in Jesus.

When Jesus hung on the cross and gave His life for my sin and yours, He fulfilled Old Testament prophesy.  In Isaiah 53:5, we're told, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."

Before his death at Calvary, Jesus told us in John 3:7, "Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again."  How does a person become born again?  Simply by trusting in the finished work of Jesus Christ on the cross, where He died for my sin, your sin and for the sin of all who will believe.

What if Jesus had not been obedient? 

If Jesus had not come to earth in obedience, to become the sacrifice to end all sacrifices, we would not believe upon Him and trust Him for our salvation. Because, He wouldn't have been here on earth. And consequently, would have been left without a way to enter heaven.

Friend, if Jesus had not come to make a way where there wasn't one for your salvation and mine, our future would be very different.   Without a saviour, we would be all headed to the lake of fire, at the end of our lives. 


Because, we are told in Romans 3:23, "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;".  And, God cannot stand sin.  How do we remove our sin? 

By being washed in the blood of Jesus!

Gordon had believed on Jesus and trusted Him for his salvation, just as I do.  On our grave marker, we have inscribed the verse of Acts 16:31, "And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved, and your house."

So, I am asking you, if you are not already believing on/trusting in Jesus Christ, for your salvation, please do so, now. We are not guaranteed tomorrow. 

I know I'd like to see you, in heaven at the end of our lives.

Until next time...

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Saturday, April 21, 2012

More About Two Birds...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I made my way to London, Ontario, to market my book, Love Never Fails You...   You'll also know that I dropped off my daughter and grandson at a hospital in London, that was enroute to where I was headed!

After I left Creation Christian Bookstore, located at 900 Oxford St. E., London, ON, I made my way further east to a funeral home I intended to make a presentation at.  After all, where I live in Essex County, God has blessed me with locating funeral homes who are purchasing my publication, to give to Christian clients, who have lost loved ones.

After finally arriving at the funeral home in question, I spoke with the person who I had been directed to speak with.  After some discussion and being given another person as a better contact person, I exited their building and made my way back to the hospital to pick up my loved ones.

Now, I'll explain why my daughter and grandson had to be at this hospital. 

My grandson who is now 10 years old, was born prematurely, due to having heart troubles, before his birth.  His heartrate was more than double what it should have been. 

After much trouble to regulate his heartrate after his early birth, he was diagnosed as having Supraventricular Tachycardia & Wolff-Parkinson White Syndrome.  Here is a LINK to Wikipedia, where you can read more about this condition.

Due to this ongoing heart problem, he must have regular check-ups and testing done. 

The closest location of a pediatric heart specialist, is in London, ON.  It takes about three (3) hours to drive from home, to the parking area of this hospital, so it is not an easy or inexpensive task.  Plus, afterwards, there is the return trip home, that takes the same amount of time!

In any case, my grandson had a stress test done.  The pediatric heart specialist was in attendance for the testing.

My daughter told me that the specialist explained to her that since my grandson has not outgrown this problem at this time, he never will.  She went on further to say that had my grandson been about 16 years of age, they would have kept him at the hospital and prepared him for surgery.

However, my grandson is not yet old enough to have this necessary surgery, to kill off the extra sensor in his heart, that is causing the problems he endures, regularly.

Even upon hearing this, I wanted to cry.  But, didn't.  I didn't want to upset my daughter, or my grandson.  Of course, I could see tears in my daughter's eyes, too.

We enjoyed our time together, on our trip home to Windsor.  Personally, I was grateful I could not only use my time to work on promoting my book, but also help my family, and spend time with them. 

Of course, I praise God that He has protected my family, thus far.

Once again, I must ask for prayer.  For my family.  For my daughter, whose health is not the best, as well as for my grandson, who as you know, is at risk until he is old enough to have heart surgery.

Thank you, my friend.  I appreciate your prayer, more than you know.  May God bless you...

Until next time...

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Two Birds With One Stone!

Wednesday, was a very long day for me.  And, for some of my family members.

As you would know if you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time, I wrote a book a few months ago.  Love Never Fails You... is available in USA, where it was published.  And, at various bookstores here in Canada.  Check it out:

However, it is not yet available at all bookstores, in Canada.  In fact, to date, it is hardly available anywhere!

If you check out my Lynnie Books site, you'll see where it is available in bookstores.  Also, there is a link where you can order it in e-book format.  In addition, it is available as a print on demand publication.  However, to access this format, you would need to order it through a location that can print on demand.  :)

Eventually, it is my hope to have Love Never Fails You... available in every Christian bookstore, in Canada.  And, hopefully, anywhere/everywhere where people are hurting and need to be encouraged that God is there, for them.

This will not be an easy task to complete.

Knowing that I wanted to head up to London, Ontario to make efforts to market my book there, and knowing my daughter  needed to attend a medical appointment with my grandson, we decided to kill two (2) birds with one stone, so to speak.

While I drove, she relaxed.  This is a good thing, for with her physical ailments driving this distance to the hospital and home again, is a painful and exhausting task for her.  My grandson played games on the two (2) computerized sources he brought with him.

After dropping off my daughter and grandson at the hospital, I made my way to Creation Christian Bookstore, 900 Oxford St. E., London, ON.  The bookstore was not difficult to find.  In fact, I found it rather quickly, even though I didn't have a map of London!

Yes, I had stopped at the Visitor centre on my way into town, but was rather saddened to find that I arrived about a minute after they had shut down for their hour-long lunch break.  No access to the locked up building meant no map for me!

It turned out just fine.  After all, God's plans always do!

Before entering the store, I prayed.  Upon entering I was greeted by a clerk who asked if she could help me.  I explained I am a Christian author, and introduced myself.

We discussed my book and she took a look at it.  While this process was occurring, I explained that Love Never Fails You... was being carried at other Christian bookstores, that I named.  This lovely lady recognized the stores I had mentioned and agreed to carry my publication in their store.

Once written confirmation was complete, she suggested I sign each copy I was leaving with them.  If I looked shocked, it was probably because I was!  So far, she was the only person who had suggested I do this.

Since, whenever I sell a copy myself, I sign it for the purchaser, I decided this was a wonderful idea.  So, before I left the store, I made sure to write a short message, completed with my signature. 

I must say that as I exited the store, I felt encouraged!

Oops... since there is more I need to say about this rather complex day, I will have to continue, tomorrow.  Thanks for your patience!

Until next time...

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

In Control?

If you've read recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you'll know that I had been working on compiling information needed to complete my 2011 income tax return. 

Well, this past Monday was a busy day for me.  Finally, I finished doing this arduous task. 

Please don't be confused.  I have not yet completed the form, itself.  This is another daunting task, yet to be completed.  But, at least I believe I completed sorting out and gathering the information required!

Praise God!  Hallelujah!

In the late afternoon, I found myself rushing to post LwL's entry, before heading out to my writer's group meeting, here in town, at the Windsor Public Library.  Even in my rush, I remembered to bring a book with me that I needed to return at any branch of the library.

Our group was once again, incomplete. 

However, even though some people were not in attendance, we had a couple join us who were new to our group, but who were known to many there, due to being members of a poetry group, previously.

Many of our writers in this group, are poets.

While I write the occasional poem, I must say that poetry is not really my forte.  Even so, I brought with me my recent poem Sense for Cents...  You know the one.  I recently posted it on LwL.

Each of us had been requested by our facilitator to write a poem regarding the penny, whose demise is pending, here in Canada.

It amazed me that most people were in agreement with my opinion, regarding the issue.

One person even commented that since we are headed to a paperless society, it seems silly to regard the penny issue as a major one.  After all, on paper, every cent will still matter.

Oh well.  What can I say?  It is just one more proof that when I say our government officials do not really represent us, or our feelings, it is the truth.

Knowing that we are not truly in control can be upsetting from time to time.  And, even though I believe we as individuals must speak up regarding issues of life, one fact remains.  Not even our government is in control. 

The real and solid truth is that God is the One in control.  And, I praise God for this!  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Didn't Belong...

Last Saturday, during the day I worked again on accumulating info for my income taxes. 

However, during the evening, I did something really different.  I attended a conference.  While I have attended conferences of various sorts, many times, never had I done so on a Saturday evening.  At least, not that I can recall.

The conference was held at a location, not far from my home, so it was easy to get to.  Parking was easy.  I entered the building, took the elevator to the floor on which the event was taking place and easily found my way to the entrance, where I presented my pre-paid ticket and signed in.

Although I didn't count the number of people in attendance, I would estimate probably between 30 - 40 others joined me.

A fellow-author/friend of mine was the main organizer of this event.  While I realized there would be another two (2) presenters joining him, I didn't realize that I already knew one of the other men.

Like my fellow-author/friend, the other fellow I knew is another published author.  We had met around the time, when we both had published our books.

This other fellow author, was in fact, the first of the three (3) speakers of this self-improvement seminar.

He did a wonderful job, presenting.  He was postive and gave great insight into helping others improve themselves.  His humour from time to time, brought a smile my face and to the faces of those around me.

However, even though this man referred to God, from time to time, he made no reference in a Christian way. 

This was disappointing to me, but not as disappointing as the second speaker.  This fellow was from Michigan, USA and was introduced as someone who holds a position at a Bible-believing/Bible-preaching church.

What he spoke about was a very interesting topic, as well.  Also geared towards self-improvement.  Much like the first speaker, this man also mentioned God, but never any reference to our Lord, Jesus Christ. 

As I said, this was even more disappointing to me.  Especially, since my friend/fellow author/organizer I knew would definitely not mention my Lord.  He's not Christian.

My friend was last, but not least, in his presentation.  From a secular standpoint, what he said made perfect sense.  In fact, it seemed all in attendance agreed with what was promoted.

At least that's the impression I got, from those seated near me, who spoke with me during intermission, as well as at at the end of the conference. 

During the question and answer period, I congratulated each presenter on their presentation and prayed that God would bless them, since I didn't truly know what else to say, and most people were making comments.

Only hearing positive thoughts from people made me sad.  Well, I need to clarify what I mean.

While I am happy that the seminar itself went well, and am happy that each presenter did well in getting across to those hearing, exactly what they meant to say, it was still after all... secular.

It was rather disappointing to me that no one truly made any Christian reference to God, but rather, put all the onus on improving one's life, on the person, themselves.  This, my friend, is in total opposition to God's Word.  For we are to trust God for everything in our lives, and lean not to our own understanding, so He will direct our path.  Proverbs 3:5

Being secular in nature, I felt rather out of place.  Like I didn't belong, there.  Well, I suppose the truth is, I didn't belong there.

Even so, I prayed for everyone who attended this conference, that if there were any not yet saved, that God would save them, and their families.  And, I also prayed for those who were saved, and didn't even acknowledge our Lord.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Friday Night?!

As you may have read in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I worked on compiling my info needed in order to file my 2011 Income Tax.

At least, that's what I did during the day.

You may be aware that my real estate partner/friend/co-worker C, had a stroke and is unable to work, currently.  Well, being the person I am, this hasn't meant that I have ended our working relationship.  Instead, I've been praying and trusting God will provide the healing C needs.  So, our working relationship continues, even if only in theory.

That being said, I realize that C needs support and encouragement.  Since his daughter who used to live with him recently died and since his other two (2) children live many hours drive away from here, he really doesn't have family support.  So, he needs support from friends.

As my friend, we speak by phone, regularly.  Usually, once or twice a week, I will visit him.  Friday was the delegated time!

Knowing that after doing all that stressful work for our government requirements, I wouldn't feel like cooking, I decided to pick up fish & chips, for dinner.  I called C and let him know I'd be dropping in to visit, at suppertime.

That's one thing that C told me in the past, that he misses.  Being able to get out to a restaurant for fish & chips.  Well, since it's not easy getting him to the restaurant, I brought the food to him!

It would have been simple to order cole slaw to accompany our meals, but since I had in my refrigerator the fixins, I decided to mix this up and take it with me. 

Of course, not much I do happens perfectly, as my good old friend Murphy (of fame from Murphy's Law!) will attest to!  As I went to add the dressing, I realized I had run out!

What did I do?  I went on internet and googled cole slaw dressing recipes!  :)

The first one I checked out looked perfect to me.  In fact, I had everything I needed to use, to make this homemade dressing, so I proceeded to mix it up.  Then, I dressed the cabbage mixture.

Believe it or not, I was surprised it tasted good!  Thank You, Lord!

When it was the appointed time, I left home, picked up our dinner and made my way to C's.

We had a nice visit.  Well, at least I believe we both did. 

Once again, I took some time, working on his laptop computer, in an effort to make it easier for him to use.  No, I'm not a computer geek.  But, I do know enough to set it up for him, so he'll be able to more easily access what he needs.

After watching Wheel of Fortune together, I left for home.

Yawning, tired and ready to chill out, I just took it easy.  Pretty sad really, for a Friday night!

Until next time...

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Monday, April 16, 2012


Today, I'll get back to writing about my daily life, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL)!

Last week, in addition to doing stuff I normally do, I made every effort to work on compiling information needed for me to remit my Income Tax form for 2011.  All I can say about this, is YUCH!!! 

Okay, so it's not really that bad!  :)

Still, I don't know anyone who likes to do this sort of thing.  After all, it takes hours and hours of work, just to compile the information required, when you are self-employed, like me!

In addition, I spent almost all of the morning of last Friday, on the telephone.

Calling Canada Revenue Agency (CRA), at this time of year, is not one of the most fun things to do.  Especially, since it is tax time.  Believe me when I say I am grateful for a redial link on my telephone, for after receiving a busy signal time after time, one begins to become weary.

Of course, you may not live in Canada, or USA for that matter, and you may or may not even understand what tax time is!  I realize that in some countries, people don't experience what we do, here in North America.

But, we who live here, must file documents with our government, once annually.  Confirming our income and deductions, and reconciling our tax account, which ultimately determines the amount of tax we are obligated to pay for any given year.  In this case, it's 2011.

A few years ago, before my husband Gordon died, we had a problem with CRA.  Gordon's employer was such a large corporation, that they didn't send one T4 or one T4A; instead, there were multiples sent out. 

The biggest problem for us, was that we never received a list of exactly how many were issued by his employer.  Even though I had spent several hours on the phone with CRA, concerning his early retirement information, it was never divulged to me that we did not have in our possession, all the government required info.

After filing our tax returns, we were notified that we had not submitted all the required info.  Consequently, a fine was issued in the amount of $4,800.  Please understand, this was not tax due, for if it had been, a refund would have been sent to us.  No.  This was a fine, for not including all info, required.

Yes, we appealed.  Yes, we won the appeal.  However, we still had to pay interest on the amount of the fine, even though in the end, we were not required to pay the fine.  In addition, we were also told that we should not submit our tax forms until near the deadline time.  April 30th every year, is the deadline.

We were also told to call and confirm with CRA, that we received all info that was also submitted directly to CRA.  So, now I'm sure you can understand the necessity of my call.  Or maybe I should say, calls.

Calls made to one number, then transferred to another government agent, then in the end, having to call another branch.  Be still my heart!  Talk about frustrating!

Even so, I now know that I have in my possession everything that CRA currently has.  Of course, this could change, right up to the end of June, apparently. 

No; I won't hold my breath.  Instead, I'll trust God that everything is in order.  And, even though I haven't yet completed the actual tax forms, at least I have now compiled all the info I require.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Problem Shifting...

Today, is my Lord's day.  Sonday!  The day when I go to church, to worship God.

After not sleeping well last night, and certainly not for long, I awoke once again as I had through the night, but this time, I got up and out of bed.  No sleeping in for this gal!  Well, I suppose if I want to be most accurate, I would say, no sleep for this gal!

Since it was early, I went on Facebook (FB) to update, share stuff and of course, chat with friends.

Chatting is something I do fairly regularly.  In fact, I rarely ever have time to chat someone else up, because I'm usually overwhelmed with people chatting me up!

When you couple this with the fact that not all friends are from N. America, it's not hard to see that any hour of any day, someone, somewhere in the world, wants to chat!  This morning, I chatted with people from Asia, Africa and England, mainly.

Of course, I made sure I had plenty of time to get ready for church.  And, I even left early. 

On my way to worship, I stopped at the cemetary.  Like usual, I stood beside Gordon's grave, talking with him and with God.  Enroute, rain had begun to fall, but I had prayed, asking God to stop the rain, so I wouldn't get wet.  Thankfully, he responded, positively.

Eventually, I carried on to my church.  Parking was simple, today.  Taking less time to park meant that I arrived earlier than I normally do!  Praise God!

A couple that sometimes sits in front of where I usually sit, were there, today.

Something was different about them.  Hmmm... it might have been the fact that they had a new addition to their family, with them!  The tiny guy was only 13 days old.  Every time I looked at him, I wanted to cry. 

Melancholy feelings came over me, throughout the service.  Don't mind me.  I go through these feelings, from time to time.

After church, I did a bit of shopping, visited for a few minutes with each of my daughters and did a few errands.

By the time I reached home, I was weary! 

Thinking a cup of coffee might perk me up, I made myself a cup of French Vanilla Cappuccino, my favourite!  It tasted so good, I even had a second cup!

Okay.  Some of you may be thinking this was the wrong thing to do.  After all, coffee in the afternoon and/or evening does make some people sleepless.  However, if you thought that about me, you'd be wrong.

Even after two (2) cups of coffee, I sat in my chair to read for a while, and found I dozed off, once again!  Once I awoke enough to get myself up and out of my chair, I headed to my bed, where I collapsed for another 30+ minutes!

OOoooeeee!  I felt great after napping!

Now, the problem has shifted from will coffee keep me awake tonight, to... will the afternoon nappy do the trick?  Only God knows, at this point in time.

Until next time...

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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Reading Group Review...

As you know if you've been read ing Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries on a fairly regular basis, Monday's are busy evenings for me.

On the first Monday of April, as you are probably aware, I attended my writers' group meeting, here in Windsor.  Hopefully, you enjoyed the poem I wrote, entitled Sense for Cents...

Last Monday, I met with my book reading group, at our usual place.  The lower level of a church near the University of Windsor, which is rented out to a coffee shop.

Not everyone was in attendance at this month's meeting.  Still, we had a large group show up.  This makes for much exchange of ideas and thoughts.

The book we reviewed this month, was entitled Mystic River, by Dennis Lehane.

Some people had read the book, like me.  Others had also watched the movie, hopefully in addition to reading the book!  lol  But, this is something I have not yet done.  When I have time, I'll locate the film and watch it.

Generally speaking, most of us enjoyed the book.  At least, in one way or another.  Not all enjoyed the author's writing style.  However, I was not one of those, in that group. 

In my opinion, Dennis Lehane has a wonderful writing style.  I enjoyed the way he merged thoughts with dialogue, and more.

I'm not sure my group likes some of my thoughts on books.  Although, I must say that no one has yet commented to me.

You see, like many of the secular books we have read, the storyline contains much sin. 

While I won't give away the details of the book, in case you haven't yet read it, I will say that some of the characters consider themselves to be godly people.  Of course, anyone who is a born-again Christian would, I'm sure, recognize that this isn't truly the case.

Evilness, showing the depravity of man, hate, lack of forgiveness and the need for vengeance are not exactly what I would call traits of a true believer in Jesus Christ.  In fact, I would say that these traits are exactly opposite of what a true believer in Jesus Christ, would have.

Still, the book reminded me of how real life truly is, for it represented it, well.  While it may be a work of fiction, in my opinion, it represented the reality of this world.

Even though next month's meeting is about three (3) weeks away, I am already reading next month's book.  I wasn't going to mention it, but then, after some second and third (2nd & 3rd) thoughts, it occurred to me that you may want to read it, as well.  This way, you can compare your thoughts on the book, to mine!

May's book for review that I am reading, is entitled The Giver, by Lois Lowry.

Just before I go, I would like to add that my book reading group is not Christian, although I know there is at least one other born-again Christian, who participates.

If I had my wish, everyone would come to a saving relationship with Christ.  Nothing is more improtant than that.  Nothing.

Forever, is a v-e-r-y long time.  And there is no escape.  Once your life has ended, the decision has already been made as to where you will spend eternity.  It's either heaven or hell.

No.  It does not depend upon how good you've been in life, for God's Word, the Bible tells us that none are good.  The result comes, dependent upon whether or not your name is found in the Lamb's Book of Life.  Your name is placed there, once you've come to a saving relationship with Jesus Christ.

If it is there, your judgement will be based upon the things you did for Christ, in this life.  If your name is not listed in the Lamb's Book of Life, you will receive judgement, being sent to spend eternity in the lake of fire.  Hell.  With no chance of escape.

Please friend, I would like to see you in heaven, with me.  If you are not already trusting in Jesus Christ, and in Him alone, for your salvation, then please do so, today.  If you need help with this, please e-mail me.

Until next time...

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Friday, April 13, 2012

Blessed Friday the 13th?!!

I realize that I have not yet caught up on telling you about my comings and goings, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), but since today is Friday, April 13th, 2012, I feel I must post what I need to post, today.

You're probably thinking, okay, so it's Friday the 13th.  So what?

Well, to some people any 13th day of the month isn't a great day, and to others, being Friday the 13th, it might even be considered worse.  Normally, it makes absolutely no difference, to me! 

But, today, was different.

This morning, I got up earlier than I had been, lately.  No, I didn't go to the YMCA/YWCA (Y), because even though I am feeling much better, I still feel somewhat ill.

In any case, I got up and out of bed.  Normally, I just drink water, upon awaking.  If ever I decide to make a cup of coffee or a pot of tea, it's usually later in the morning.

Not today!

This morning, I felt like having a cup of French Vanilla Cappuccino, so I did my female thing.  After emptying out my kettle, I rinsed it, and filled it with fresh water. 

Nothing out of the ordinary.  At least not until I plugged in my kettle.

Immediately, after plugging my kettle into one of my stove outlets, I went to turn and walk away.  Boy, oh boy!  I didn't get more than a step away, when something happened, that has never happened to me before, ever!

Flames shot out from where the kettle plug was attached to the kettle, itself!

Now, please understand, I am not saying that sparks flew.  Absolutely, not! 

Flames!  Not huge, but flames, nevertheless!

After surprise, my first thought was that I needed to unplug the kettle.  Believe me when I say that I was nervous even reaching to unplug the unit, because in order to do so, I had to reach over the area where the flames were shooting out from.

Even so, I did it!  I praise God and thank Jesus, for blessing and protecting me!

Afterwards, I moved the kettle off the stove.  A few fleeting thoughts later, I decided to place it back onto my stove, so that I could take a photo of the kettle and stove.  Notice the black marks even a distance from the kettle?  Those are not dirt marks, for my stove was clean, as it always is.  That's how far the flames were flying!  Black debris, was left behind.

When you take a peek at the pic below, notice the black marks on both my kettle and my stove top.  It clearly shows where burning was actually taking place, as the flames flared and spurted out across the top of my stove.

Once again, I praise God and thank Jesus for keeping me safe and enabling me to deal with this dangerous and shocking situation, that I never expected to happen. 

Until next time...

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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Sense for Cents...

Way back, on the first Monday of April, I attended my writer's club meeting.  Not the Leamington group, but rather, my Windsor group.

We met at the downtown (aka Central) branch of the Windsor Public Library, as per normal. 

After reviewing the submissions made by a few writers and giving feedback, our meeting was about to end.  Just then, our facilitator decided to do something different.

He requested that each of us write a poem, about pennies.

The reason?  Well, our Canadian government is planning to do away with making pennies. 

The next day, after thinking about what I wanted to say, I took a few minutes and wrote the following poem. 

You may or may not agree with my viewpoint.  Ultimately, it is not important, for we all have the right to our opinions.  Even so, I hope you'll enjoy it!

Sense for Cents...

A penny,
a penny,
nary a penny,
for soon there will not be, any.
Life will go on
as it always has done,
even though our government
thinks it has won.
The trouble is that
the loss isn't gain,
for those who purchase goods
will find it a pain.
Some think savings will be
found as they shop,
but some of us know
that prices will go up.
For retailers will not
want to lose on their gain,
and will adjust prices
which will become a pain.
So, count all your money
and save some coins for the day
when pennies will no longer
be required, as they say.
We'll no longer be counting
our dollars and cents,
which to some of us
just doesn't make sense!
© Copyright Lynn McKenzie April 2012

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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Love You...

As you can probably tell from recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, I was not looking forward to Easter weekend, even if I do love my Lord, Jesus Christ.

And, mostly it was because of the three (3) heartbreaking memory days amidst the celebration time.  While the memory of Gordon and I marrying on the Saturday of Easter weekend years ago was a happy memory, it only serves to remind me of my loss.  Couple that with Easter Monday being the anniversary of when his death was planned to happen, and the day following becoming his actual day of death, it just wasn't a period of time I was looking forward to.

In fact, I will go so far as to say I wished I could have just forgotten about the whole period of time. 

However, much to my surprise, Easter Sunday turned out to be such a blessing to me, that I can hardly find the words to tell you about it.  Certainly, it was very different than what I expected it to be.

Of course, worshipping at church on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, are a given, for me.  I wouldn't miss it for the world!  And, I didn't.  Miss it, I mean.  I was there, physically, in spirit and in truth.

What I didn't expect was to have such a fulfilling day, afterwards.

I had prearranged to visit my daughter P and her family, immediately after church.  Normally, I would have gone to the cemetary to visit Gordon's grave, but knowing I had other things on my agenda, I did this, before going to worship.

Visiting with P and my family was one highlight of my day! 

We enjoyed conversation and some discussions, while having some tasty treats melt in our mouths.  Of course, grandma could not go empty-handed.  I had sweet treats for all my family.

Later, I made my way to my daughter B's home.  Together, along with a friend of hers, we shared a delicious Easter dinner.  Much like at P's, my family enjoyed their sweet Easter treats that grandma brought with her!

Before I said goodbye to my grandson A, he asked me to wait a couple of minutes, while he made me something. He explained to me that he wanted to put it together, especially for me.  I agreed.  Within a short time, he handed me something I had never before seen the likes of.

Grinning from ear to ear, A gave me a cookie that had been baked in the shape of an Easter egg and had decorated it with some coloured spots.  He had placed two (2) candy eyes on it.  Above the eyes, he wrote love; below the eyes, he wrote you.  Meaning I love you... 

I almost cried on the spot!  Of course, the only thing better than receiving a gift of this sort, was the hugs and kisses that went along with it!  Thank You, Lord!

Let's face it.  I'm blessed, and I know it!

Arriving home, after parking my vehicle, I was riding up in the elevator with a neighbour.  He asked me about the cookie and I showed it to him. 

The gentleman said, "You're not going to eat that cookie, are you?"  I replied to him, that I absolutely wasn't going to do that.  Instead, I mentioned I would take a photo of the cookie, wrap the sweet treat and place it in my freezer.

As you know, I'm not the world's best photographer.  Even so, here is the pic that I will always treasure.

I pray your Easter was as wonderful as mine was.  Please know I pray for you.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Memorable Days...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries for any amount of time, you may be aware that the 10th of each month, is a memorable time for me.

About 12:30 a.m. is when my husband, Gordon was officially pronounced dead.  After been given a morphine IV to mask any pain, and having his life support system fully removed, his life ended.  That was two and a half (2 1/2) years ago, this very day.

Please understand, I've been trying with everything inside me, to not focus on the past.  I've made every effort to leave the past, in the past.  And, move forward with my life. 

One of the main problems for me, is that I cannot figure out how to do this!

No amount of prayer, seems to have provided a response from God, to help me with it.  Of course, friends have told me that grief usually lasts about five (5) or more years.  No!  I recall saying to my friend J, who sold me Gordon's and my cemetary plot.

Back then, when she first told me this, I felt like I couldn't handle the thought.  Even today, I feel the same.  But, the truth is, God has helped me through each and every day, since I first lost Gordon.  And, I'm grateful, for I know I couldn't have made it, without my Lord.

Of course, today's date is special to many in the world today, for a different reason.

Today, marks the 100th anniversary of the date when RMS Titanic, began her first sailing.  White Star Line's unsinkable ship left Southampton, England enroute to New York City, USA.

In case you'd like to read more about this topic, I'm including a couple of links for you to peruse:  and

For my grandma from N. Ireland, it was a memorable day.  She had passage booked on this ship.

Shortly after her dad had been found murdered, she made the decision to leave N. Ireland, and was heading out to make a new life for herself.  Being just 18 years of age, and moving forward in this endeavour alone, taking steps to create a new life for herself, it seems to me, she was a young woman of courage.

She told how she arrived at the port, that I can only presume to be Cobh (previously Queensland) Cork, Ireland to embark.  Much to her dismay, she had arrived later than planned.  She could not board the ship and sat crying on her trunk.

Not being a woman of any financial status, we can presume that she would have had booked one of the lesser-priced accommodations.  Probably third (3rd) class; steerage.  At a later date, she was happy she had indeed not embarked on that ship's maiden voyage.  I would hazard a guess, that had my grandma become a passenger aboard the HMS Titanic, she probably would not have survived.

Eventually, she sailed to Quebec City, where she began her new life, in Canada.

Of course, had my grandma been aboard HMS Titanic and had she died, I wouldn't be here, today!  lol  Some might think this is good, while others, not.  But, one thing is for sure.

God's will is always done.  Always.

Until next time...

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Monday, April 9, 2012


With Easter being my main focus over the past few days, I haven't had a chance to bring you up to date on what's been happening in my life, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).

Although I haven't yet caught up with my recent activities, I feel compelled to write about more important things.

Over the course of about the last week and a half, I've been praying for many people.  Two of the most serious circumstances involved an adult daughter of one of my friends, whom I have known at least 29 years, and later, of my brother.

My friend's daughter found out only a couple of weeks ago, that she had a brain tumour.  She had taken a seizure, collapsed and was taken by ambulance to hospital, where tests were done.  In less than a handful of days, she had brain surgery, and returned home, to recover.

Amazing, utterly amazing! 

In my opinion, this was truly a blessing from God, considering that within less than a week, she found out, had surgery and is now recovering!  Compare this to what Gordon went through, over the course of several years, fighting to get through the Glass Wall of our healthcare system.

Of course, there was a difference between my friend's daughter and Gordon.  She could be helped, by and through our medical system.  He, could not.  He required help, that wasn't available to him, here.

With Gordon, there was treatment possibly available, but not for people in his circumstance.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again... we have a good medical system, but it is broken.  It's broken, when people who need medical care, cannot obtain it.  But this, my friend, is a topic for another day, especially since two and a half (2 1/2) years ago today, I was in hospital awaiting the plug being pulled, and bringing about Gordon's death.

Today, is a day for thankfulness!

With regards to my brother, he had his major surgery April 3rd, and came through it, with flying colours!  In fact, when I spoke with him on April 5th, he told me when he left the operating room, he went to recovery, and later was moved immediately into a bed in a regular room.  He didn't even require Intensive Care Unit (ICU) nursing care!

It's utterly amazing to me, how quickly they get people moving, these days.  My brother told me that after being moved into his regular hospital room, they had him up walking, within about three (3) hours!  Wow! 

In my mind, the most important aspect to these two (2) very important people (VIP) in my life, isn't just that they survived and are on the mend.  But, it is the fact that, all around the world, there were people praying for each of my VIP's.  And, the fact, that prayer changes things.

I must thank you for praying.  May God bless you, friends.  It is you who are truly VIP's!

In my heart, I believe it is as a result of your prayer, that God heard and answered in a positive way, for each person.  We know that God was in the midst of our prayer, and in the midst of their need, because of what He told us in Matthew 18:20, "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."

Thank you, my friends.  May God bless you and yours, richly.

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Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Resurrection Sunday! Happy Easter!

Today, is Resurrection Sunday!

Today, is the day that Jesus was risen from the dead, as quoted in the book of Matthew 28.  So you can read it for yourself, I'm reprinting the whole chapter.

Matthew 28

1In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.
2And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
3His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:
4And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.
5And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
6He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
7And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.
8And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word.
9And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him.
10Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.
11Now when they were going, behold, some of the watch came into the city, and shewed unto the chief priests all the things that were done.
12And when they were assembled with the elders, and had taken counsel, they gave large money unto the soldiers,
13Saying, Say ye, His disciples came by night, and stole him away while we slept.
14And if this come to the governor's ears, we will persuade him, and secure you.
15So they took the money, and did as they were taught: and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day.
16Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them.
17And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted.
18And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
19Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
20Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

How wonderful it is, that God loved us so much that he told us in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

Easter is a new beginning, friend.  A new beginning for me.  And, a new beginning for you. 

Trust in Jesus Christ, who loved you so very much, that He gave His life for you.  Always remember Acts 16:31, "...Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."

Remember, that Jesus is no longer hanging upon the cross!  His tomb is empty!  He has risen and is seated in heaven with God, the Father!  As He is, so shall you be also, if you trust in Jesus Christ for your salvation, and in nothing else.

May God bless you, always.  Happy Easter! 

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Saturday, April 7, 2012

It Is Finished...

As you know, yesterday was Good Friday. 

The day we remember how our Lord, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, fulfilled God the Father's plan of redemption for us.  How He fulfilled the prophetic scripture of Isaiah 53:5, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."

Through the finished work of Jesus Christ on the cross, we who believe upon Him, have received eternal life.  His blood has covered our sin, so God cannot see it.  "As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.", Psalm 103:12.

For this, I praise God and thank Jesus!

For without Jesus Christ's shedding of blood for me, on the cross of Calvary, I would be headed for the lake of fire, for eternity.  And, so would you, my friend.

So, on this weekend, be thankful to God, for all he has done for us!

A few years ago, my previous pastor had read to us, during our Good Friday worship service, about crucifixion.  What he read was entitled, A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion, by Dr. C. Truman Davis.  Here is a link, to what he explained:

If it weren't quite so lengthy, I would have copied and pasted the whole article.  But, since there is way too much information, I just could not do this.  However, I will copy and paste part of the article for you, a little further down.

After Jesus had been scourged and mocked, he dragged his cross to Golgotha, along the route which is known today, as the Via Dolorosa.

Dr. C. Truman Davis writes:

In spite of Jesus' efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious loss of blood, was too much. He stumbled and fell. The rough wood of the beam gouged into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tried to rise, but human muscles had been pushed beyond their endurance. The centurion, anxious to proceed with the crucifixion, selected a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus followed, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650-yard journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha was finally completed. The prisoner was again stripped of His clothing except for a loin cloth which was allowed the Jews.

The crucifixion began. Jesus was offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic, pain-reliving mixture. He refused the drink. Simon was ordered to place the patibulum on the ground, and Jesus was quickly thrown backward, with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire felt for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drove a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moved to the other side and repeated the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum was then lifted into place at the top of the stipes4, and the titulus5 reading "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews" was nailed into place.

The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot. With both feet extended, toes down, a nail was driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim was now crucified.
As Jesus slowly sagged down with more weight on the nails in the wrist, excruciating, fiery pain shot along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain. The nails in the wrists were putting pressure on the median nerve, large nerve trunks which traverse the mid-wrist and hand. As He pushed himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He placed His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there was searing agony as the nail tore through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of his feet.
At this point, another phenomenon occurred. As the arms fatigued, great waves of cramps swept over the muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps came the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by the arm, the pectoral muscles, the large muscles of the chest, were paralyzed and the intercostal muscles, the small muscles between the ribs, were unable to act. Air could be drawn into the lungs, but could not be exhaled. Jesus fought to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, the carbon dioxide level increased in the lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided.

Spasmodically, He was able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen. It was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences that are recorded.

The first - looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice6 for His seamless garment: "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do."

The second - to the penitent thief7: "Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise."

The third - looking down at Mary His mother, He said: "Woman, behold your son." Then turning to the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John, the beloved apostle, He said: "Behold your mother."8
The fourth cry is from the beginning of Psalm 22: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
He suffered hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, and searing pain as tissue was torn from His lacerated back from His movement up and down against the rough timbers of the cross. Then another agony began: a deep crushing pain in the chest as the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, slowly filled with serum and began to compress the heart.
The prophecy in Psalm 22:14 was being fulfilled: "I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint, my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."
The end was rapidly approaching. The loss of tissue fluids had reached a critical level; the compressed heart was struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood to the tissues, and the tortured lungs were making a frantic effort to inhale small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues sent their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasped His fifth cry: "I thirst." Again we read in the prophetic psalm: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou has brought me into the dust of death" (Psalm 22:15 KJV).
A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine that was the staple drink of the Roman legionnaires, was lifted to Jesus' lips. His body was now in extremis, and He could feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brought forth His sixth word, possibly little more than a tortured whisper: "It is finished." His mission of atonement9 had completed. Finally, He could allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once again pressed His torn feet against the nail, straightened His legs, took a deeper breath, and uttered His seventh and last cry: "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit."

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday Blessing for You and for Me!

What pain!
What suffering!
Only God can know
just exactly the price
that was paid
Jesus Christ was scourged, bruised for our iniquity and hung upon a
wooden cross to pay the price of sin.
of the
for you
for me
and for
plan of
Isaiah 53.

May God bless you on this Good Friday, and always.

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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Back to Basics!

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I posted a newspaper article that appeared on the front page of the Windsor Star, Monday, April 2, 2012.  If you haven't yet read it, I would suggest you do so.  It fully pertains to what I will be discussing, here, today.

As I mentioned yesterday, it was shocking for me to hear several times lately, from young people themselves, that they cannot read cursive.


In this day and age, where it seems everything needs a new name, that sounds more important and different than it really, truly is, I found this hard to believe, the first time a young person told me this.

Realizing that there truly are people out there in our world of today, who have trouble reading, at first I thought this was the problem.  It seems our education system, that about a generation or so ago adopted the idea that no one should be held back, even if they didn't meet standard requirements, has failed us.

Or maybe I should say has failed the younger generation.

As a child, we all learned to print.  Later, after we had somewhat mastered this, we were taught to write.  So, what happened?

In my mind, I cannot even fathom the idea of people not learning to read and write handwriting!  But, it seems to be more prevalent today, than ever before.  It's pretty sad to me, that this a widespread problem of our young people.

But, it's a fact.  And, in my mind, a rather sad one, I must say.

When our educational system changed from achievement, to not hurting someone's feelings because they didn't make the grade, I knew in my heart that society would lose out.

Well, I'm here to say loud and clear, that the time has now arrived!

What a terrible thing that young people with this educational flaw cannot even read a birthday card or a note, because it is written and not printed!  At least, this is my opinion.

However, of greater consequence is what I am about to mention.  Some of you might laugh when you read what I have to say.  If you do, please... after you've finished laughing, think about what I am about to say.  Truly think about it.

We all know that when it comes to war time and protecting our freedom, it takes not just man/woman power.  But, it also takes intelligence.  Communications are a very important aspect of our systems in place.

Imagine communciations being given to someone of importance.  Imagine that they receive the communication, but find it is in handwriting and not printing.  And, because of such, they cannot read it!

Hey!  Any enemies out there now know what to do to overcome us!  Don't e-mail, text, or type communications.  Just use handwriting! 

If this wasn't so sad, it would almost be funny.

Imagine, someone being held by an unknown assailant, writing a note requesting help, possibly by handing off this note to someone they happen to walk by.  Inconspicuously, so that their cry for help cannot be seen.  But, the person receiving the note can't do something even as basic as read it and discards it.

Be still my heart.  Okay, this may seem far-fetched to you, at this moment, but hopefully, it won't have some dire effect on your life, or mine.

Just think of all the historical notes housed in museums.  Truly, I cannot recall ever seeing one printed.  Every one I've seen of historical importance, was handwritten.  This tragedy means, that many of our young people cannot even read them, for themselves!

Okay, okay.  Maybe I'm going overboard with this, considering that some people's handwriting is so very poor, that it is almost illegible!  But, I truly am shocked beyond belief at how many young people cannot read handwriting!

In my opinion, it's time to get back to basics!

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