Sunday, September 30, 2012

Bad Day Deliverance...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) recent entries, you'll know that I am at home now, recovering from emergency surgery for an incarcerated hernia.

Please know that I realize I have much to be thankful for.

But, if the truth be known, I think I'm just having a bad day.  A day where I feel lost, emotionally-troubled and rather sad.

I'm sure that the pain I've been experiencing hasn't helped any. 

It's painful to sit up.  To sit down.  To get in and out of bed.  To recline too long.  To walk to much.  To laugh.  To cry.  To cough.  To sneeze.  And, much more.

This coming Tuesday, my stitches will be removed.  Still, this doesn't mean that I am healed. 

Anyone who knows what having abdominal surgery is like, knows that it will take a very long time, for healing to be completed.  For a very long time, I won't be able to lift much of anything.  And, I'm nervous even about stretching to access my vehicle. 

Well, that will probably happen first, because I will have to drive myself to the hospital on Tuesday.  I just pray I won't cause any damage to not just my incision, but any area that is in the process of healing, at this time. 

Never do I want to ever have to go through again, what I've recently been through.

Of course, all this pain and suffering of late, is truly nothing compared to the pain and suffering I've felt for years.  Both physical and emotional.

You see, today is the anniversary of the day when the truck hit the school bus I had been driving, years ago. 

Today, is the anniversary of the day when I believe I died, and was changed into another person.  Albeit, not physically, of course, for I am the same person, DNA-wise. 

Just different than I ever had been, prior to this life-changing experience.

Of course, I am not alone.  Jesus, my Lord, is with me. 

And, God tells us in Psalm 34:19, "Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all."

For this, I am truly grateful.  For He does deliver us from all our affliction.  He has always delivered me from mine.  And, I fully expect that it is His will to deliver me from this latest of afflictions. 

Thank you, Lord.

If you do not yet know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, I pray that it will be God's will to save you. 

To save you, isn't difficult for Him.  All you need to do is trust in/believe upon the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved (Acts 16:31).

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 29, 2012

An Arm? Water?

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that after surgery, I was moved directly to a regular hospital room and not into the intensive care unit (ICU).

One thing you may not be aware of with me, is the fact that I have allergies to some medications.  This explains why I received morphine, for pain.

At first, a machine was set up with the morphine drip, so that I would be able to press the button, whenever I required a dosage to help with my pain.

Of course, as like what happened in previous surgeries, the morphine would knock me out.  Then, when I awoke, I was in pain.  Yes, on several occasions, a nurse would speak with me and tell me to push the button.  After all, no one else was supposed to do this, so it was totally up to me. 

Once I received more morphine, the situation would revolve, again.  Knocked out; awakened in pain, and pressed the button.

However, on the evening of my surgery, the nursing staff made sure I was awake, and wanted me to do something different.  They wanted to have me get up and out of bed, and walk.

Be still my heart.

It wasn't easy, but my nursing staff assisted me in doing this.  We walked out the door of the room and up the hall, towards the nursing station, before returning me to my room.

The next day, the daytime staff wanted me to do the same thing.

This time, things were a little different, though.  A nurse, along with several nursing students, entered my room and approached me at my bedside.

Like the evening before, I thought they would assist me in getting out of bed.  But, this didn't happen.

Instead, the nurse told me I'd have to get myself up into a seated position, and out of bed, by myself, without assistance.

When I said I didn't think I could do this, I was told I'd have to.  I requested that someone hold out their arm/hand, so I could have some leverage.  The response was shocking.

The nurse told me that there was no way anyone would do that, because it would put them at risk for injury.  She then insisted that they were there for me, and pointed to a notice that was posted on the door to the washroom, letting people know that they (hospital staff) are there for us.  Patients, I mean.

If you think I was able to get up on my own, less than a day after surgery, you'd be wrong.

I looked at the nurse and asked what she was doing in the room with me.  And, I commented that if indeed she and the student nurses were truly there for me, they would provide some assistance.

Then, my voice stated what my mind was thinking.  A cup of water given in His name...

One of the student nurses was obviously Christian. 

Why do I think this?  She ignored what the nurse had stated, stepped forward and offered her hand to me, so I could reach out and use her arm/hand for leverage, in my effort to sit up, to be able to get out of bed.

Yes, I thanked her aloud.  Silently, I praised God and thanked Jesus!

Of course, the Bible verse that was related to the comment I made, was from the gospels of both Matthew and Mark.  Mark 9:41 says, "For whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward."

Even now, I am thankful that God provided for me that day.  I am thankful that He provided a student nurse, who obviously knew His word, as well.

More importantly, I am grateful that He placed it on my heart many years ago, to read His Word and memorize Bible verses.

Again, I thank you for prayer, not just for me, but also for my daughter B, who is hurting bigtime, after being injured a few days ago, in an ATV accident.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Loved Beyond Belief...

When I left off in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I was being wheeled into the operating room after sharing love with my family, shortly after midnight on Sunday, September 16th.

As I mentioned previously, the surgery was to be about one and a half (1 1/2) hours in length.

My daughters patiently waited to hear how my surgery went.  Later, they told me that when it got to be after 5:00 a.m. in the morning, they were truly concerned.  No mom.  No surgeon.  No word.

Apparently, they wondered if something went wrong.

Eventually, the surgeon spoke with them.  He explained that the surgery was far more complex than he had realized it would be.

Once faced with the daunting task of my body parts being mashed in with the hernia, the surgeon decided to not just surgically remove parts of my bowels from here and there.  Instead, he painstakingly chose to carefully separate my intestines from the hernia, in areas where they had adhered.  Then, completed the task of reassembling me and repairing the hernia.

Prior to surgery, he had told me he would try to do the repair without using mesh.  Unfortunately, he couldn't do this.  So, mesh it is, inside me.

One thing I was shocked about and grateful for, was the fact that this man cared enough to try to not just make it easier for me to heal, but also to live, afterwards.

I must admit that there was something else I was shocked about.

As with past surgeries, I fully expected that I would spend time in the intensive care unit (ICU) of the hospital, after the surgery was complete.  This didn't happen.  In fact, after surgery, I was moved into a regular hospital room.

Wow!  This meant that my body and systems must have been operating properly.  Surprising!  Shocking!  Truly shocking to me.  Why? 

Well, after one past surgery, where I was supposed to spend one (1) day in ICU, I spent four (4) days in ICU.  And yet, here I was, after a major surgery like this one, moved directly into a regular hospital room!

Another thing I was grateful for, was the fact that my family had not just stayed at the hospital waiting in anticipation of my surgery exit, but also that they literally spent the whole entire night at the hospital.  Concerned for and about, me.

Okay, some might think this is a crazy thought.  But, realize this:  they both have their own families.  Families they need to take care of.

While I hadn't expected them to give up their whole lives throughout the night, knowing that they would have to deal with family life and issues throughout the rest of the day, I was grateful they had been there, for me.

I felt truly loved.  Beyond belief.

This reminded me of Ephesians 5:1-2, "Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children; And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour."

How could it not?  After all, what I experienced that weekend, was love.  Total love.  From my family.  From my surgeon.  From God... who provided for all my need.

I'm sure you realize there is more to say, but it will have to wait.  Thank you to all who have prayed for me; may God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Make a Way...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, there is something I must tell you, and ask you.

Both my daughters had been kind and loving enough to help me through the crisis at the hospital.  However, after arriving home, my daughter B, who lives closest to me, had been helping me tremendously.

Visiting daily, bringing with her homemade soup, stew and foods that I could easily access myself, was one thing I truly appreciated this week.

Yesterday, all this changed.  B was involved in a ATV accident. 

She spent all last evening until about 2:00 a.m. this morning at one hospital.  Then, she had to attend a fracture clinic at the other hospital, here in Windsor, for 6:00 a.m.

In addition to a broken arm (in a cast), she also may require surgery on the rotator cuff of her other arm, is bruised everywhere on her body, and face, with two (2) black eyes and more.

Please, I am asking you to pray for B, for she needs healing and more.  My heart is breaking, not only because of her injuries and pain, but also because she is the mom of five (5) children. 

How she will manage, only God knows.  And, to think that I am not even in any physical condition to help her, is terribly upsetting to me.  Thank you, friend.  May God bless you! 

Yes, I've been praying for B, and will continue to pray that God will make a way where there seems to be no way.

Now, with regards to telling you about my stay at the hospital, when I left off, surgery was being arranged for me, so that the surgeon could repair a football-sized incarcerated hernia that was distressing my body.

P and B were with me, at the hospital.  We were redirected to the surgical waiting area, where the surgical nurse discussed my situation with me and my daughters.

P spoke up during our discussions, reminding me that I had stopped breathing during a previous surgery.  The nurse was shocked to hear I had awoken during surgery and tried to tell them I couldn't breathe, just as they realized through their equipment.  She let me know that I wouldn't experience this, again.

Then, the surgeon came to speak with us. 

He reminded us that the surgery was estimated to be about one and a half (1 1/2) hours in length and assured me that he would do everything in his power to repair the hernia without using mesh; qualifying his statement by stating that if he found he could not do this, he would indeed have to use mesh in the repair.

Then, looking at me directly, he patted my hand and told me something that made me feel much better.  He told me that he is Catholic and that although some people (including some Catholics) don't believe that Catholics are Christian, he considers himself Christian.

Be still my heart!

Silently, I praised God and thanked Jesus that this angel sent from heaven would tell me this, to reassure me.  Aloud, I thanked him and again apologized for the earlier discussions.

Shortly after midnight, making it then Sunday, September 16th, and after letting my daughters know I love them, and after they doing the same with me, I was wheeled into the operating room.

Whenever I think of God making a way where there seems to be no way, I can only think of Isaiah 43:19, "Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert."

Yes, I realize I have probably quoted this verse in the past, but I feel it is very fitting for today's entry.  Not just because God made a way for me by providing a Christ-loving surgeon to be guided by Him, but also with respect to my daughter B, and the situation she has found herself in.

Again, I thank you for prayer.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Question...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote about going to hospital September 15th, and being diagnosed, requiring emergency surgery.

As you are aware, both my daughters were with me at the hospital.  For this I will always be thankful.

Once it was decided that surgery was an absolute necessity, something happened that I wasn't sure you would want to hear about.  Still, I decided that I would humble myself and tell you.

Some may feel that what I am about to tell you was crazy.  Others may understand completely.  Some may absolutely be disgusted. 

But, the truth is, it happened.

Once the decision was made that I needed immediate surgery, a surgeon was called.  He, along with a surgical medical student, joined me and my daughters.

After introducing himself and his shadow student to me, he explained what was wrong with me, and what was required in surgery.

Please cut me some slack, here.  I had never before even heard of this surgeon, never mind ever required his services, or ever heard of anyone who knew of him.

But, I had beforehand been praying.  Praying that God would bring a Christian surgeon to be directed by His hands.

Knowing that the shadow student surgeon was of Arabic heritage, I suspected he probably wasn't Christian.  As for the surgeon himself, well... that was not so easy to determine, either.  Even though this surgeon looked more Mexican than anything else, he had a Japanese-sounding name.

I asked if the surgeon was Christian.

You could have heard a pin drop in that room, where I was lying awaiting surgery.  The surgeon, whose arms had been at his side, took a step back, bending his elbows and raising his arms into the air.  The shadow student also took a step back.

Both my daughters began talking to me, insisting it didn't matter.  But, to me, it did.

For the sake of this entry, I will not use any physician's names here, but I will tell you that I commented to all in the room, that it was important to me. 

I rhetorically asked what Dr. _____, my Muslim doctor had done for me, other than to cause me physical grief.  Then, I did the same asking what Dr. _____, my now deceased husband Gordon's Muslim doctor had done for him.  For those who are not aware, my husband suffered greatly, with no assistance for treatment of a brain tumour, and no medications to assist him, even for pain.

Then, my daughters began talking to me making comments like the fact that God had brought this doctor here for me, and reminding me that if I didn't have surgery, I could die.

My response was that if I were to die, at least I knew where I was going.  And, commented that they might be better off without me, anyway.

My daughters' replies were shocking and surprising to me.  They told me how they didn't want me to die.  That they loved me, etc.

But, when I heard them comment that they felt I needed to trust God and allow this surgeon to help me, I felt like I heard from God himself at that second.

That's when I agreed to not even discuss the issue further.  After agreeing to move forward with the necessary surgery, I apologized to both doctors in the room, letting them know that it was nothing personal with regards to them.  It was more of a case, where I needed to deal with the past issues of my life.

Thinking about how my daughters had reminded me that I needed to trust God, brought to mind Psalm 9:9-10, "The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.  And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee."

How blessed I felt.  How my heart beat almost out of my chest, just hearing my daughters refer to God. 

I'm sure you'll understand that there is more for me to say, but it will have to wait.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

ER Sat. Sept. 15/12...

Thank you for patiently waiting to hear from me, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).  As you are probably aware, I have not been well. 

As I mentioned previously, for a few days prior to Saturday, September 15th, I hadn't felt well. 

New medications had been upsetting my sensitive stomach, causing me pain, vomiting and retching.  Each episode placed tremendous pressure on a previously repaired hernia that needed to be repaired, again.

Between those physically difficult times, I had times where I had some pain relief.  At those times, I thought I was improving.

But, after being physically sick on both Thursday and Friday, and with no relief, even leading into Saturday, I knew I needed help.

As I mentioned previously, my daughter P picked me up and drove me to the hospital I wished to attend. 

While speaking with the triage nurse, she asked me to not leave the chair.  We discussed the fact that I felt like my gut was going to burst open.  The pain was tremendous.

To my surprise, I didn't even have to wait in the waiting room area.  A bed was found for me, immediately.

Once in the hospital emergency room (ER), a nurse set me up intravenously set me up and medication was administered to help get my pain under control. 

The ER physician explained what he thought was wrong with me.  Tests were done.  It was confirmed.

I needed emergency surgery for a football-sized incarcerated hernia.

Before I say anything more, I must thank both my daughter P for taking me to hospital and my daughter B for joining us, there.  I am truly grateful for the love and support my daughters showed me.  My daughters, if you read this entry, I want you to know that I love you both, more than my own life.

This reminds me of Philippians 2:1-3, "If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.  Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."

Esteeming others... and putting their needs first.  Wow!  If you only knew how much my daughters did for me, you'd understand that I am lovingly grateful that they placed their lives and needs on hold that fateful day.

Thank you, Lord... for the love you have shown me, and the love you give each of us, your children.  May any that we know and love, who may not yet be saved, come to a saving relationship through Jesus Christ, quickly.  We pray this in Jesus' name... Amen.

I'm sure you realize there is more to be said, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 24, 2012

Patiently Waiting...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I am now at home, again.

Yes, I had been hospitalized after having emergency surgery.  When I am feeling stronger, I will tell you more.

Until then, I thank you for being patient... and for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Heading Home...

If you've been reading recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, then you are aware I had emergency surgery and was hospitalized.

Well, about suppertime today, I arrived home.

Thank you for prayer.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Still in Hospital...

Thank you to all who all who have read recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries.  As you are aware, I am currently hospitalized.

Thank you for prayer.  May God bless you, friend.

Until next time...

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Recovery, continues...

If you've been reading recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you'll be aware I am in hospital at the moment.

Thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 20, 2012


As you know, if you've been reading recent entries of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I am currently in hospital, recovering from emergency surgery.

Thank you for prayer.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012


If you've been a long-time friend, or regular reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll be aware that I am currently in hospital.

Had my mom been alive, today would have been her birthday.  I sure miss her.  And, she is certainly on my mind, lately.

Thank you for prayer.  May God bless you, friend.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Thank You...

Thank you for reading today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry. When I am feeling improved, I will be able to tell you more about my health concern and emergency operation at the hospital, Sunday, September 16, 2012.

Again, thank you for prayer.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 17, 2012

Emergency Operation...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I had an emergency operation.

When I'm feeling improved, I will tell you more about it. 

Until then, I would appreciate prayer.  Thank you, friend.

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 16, 2012

ER Surgery...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned heading for the hospital.  Well, I would like to tell you all about it, but I am not yet feeling strong enough. 

What I will tell you, is that after tests done at the emergency room at the hospital my daughter P took me to, it was determined I needed emergency surgery.

After midnight, being truly Sunday, September 16th, 2012, I was taken into the operating room.

When I'm feeling improved, I will tell you more.

Thank you to all who have prayed for me.  May God bless you, friend.

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Here I thought blogger was working properly again, but it seems it is not.  Please bear with me, once again.

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I answered my own question, about... sort of.  Today, I'll explain what I mean.

First, I must tell you something about my mom.

Like me, my mom also had a hernia behind the bellybutton.  Just as I have had surgery to repair mine, so had my mom, many years before her death.

Just so you know, hernias are not inherited.  It`s just coincidence that we both had hernias.

I need to explain to you what happened to my mom.  If I do this, you will understand better what I meant when I said, sort of

Of course, if you've been reading LwL, you'll have an idea already, since I mentioned that I felt like my body would burst open and rhetorically asked if it could, to which I replied to myself... sort of.

What led up to my mom's death was this.  Mom developed a bowel infection, that spread to her stomach and only kidney (yes, she had one removed a few years earlier, due to cancer).

By the time she got to the hospital, and began receiving treatment, her stomach and abdomen was so distended (swollen), that it put pressure on her hernia that had been repaired years earlier.

The hernia repair tore from all the pressure placed on it, by the swelling.  Mom began to vomit blood.  This hemorrhaging and trauma caused her heart to stop.  Whether this was congestive heart failure, or an actual heart attack, I have no idea.

All I know is that my mom was resuscitated and kept on life support, until Gordon, one of my brothers and I could get to the hospital (about a 4 hour drive away).  Once we arrived, they stopped life support and my mom died.

So, when I say I felt like my body would burst open, I meant it.  Sort of.

It wouldn't have burst open, in the truest sense of that statement.  But, what could happen to me, would be the same thing that happened to my mom.  Please realize, I didn't say it would happen, but rather, that it could happen.

So much pressure has been put on my hernia with all the pain, swelling and retching, that I can hardly believe I have survived all this pain and suffering, thus far.

I was trying to wait until Monday to get medical care, but after being up through the night, last night, for about three and a half (3 1/2) hours, with retching again, and all the pain and suffering that came with it, I feel I just cannot wait any longer.

You see, today is different.

On other days, the pain would subside, reduce itself, and sometimes almost disappear.  Whenever this happened, I was misled into believing that I was getting better.

Today, since being up through the night, I have had no reduction in pain and/or suffering.  The pain is still with me.  It hasn't left.

So, it looks like I'll be heading to the hospital, shortly.

I've been dreading going, but my daughter P will be coming to get me, shortly.  My friend M suggested an ambulance, but they would want to take me to the hospital that I do not want to go to.  This way, if I am driven by P, I will be seen at the hospital of my choice.

Of course, if God wanted to take me home to heaven, He probably would have already. 

This reminds me of how glorious 2 Corinthians chapter 5:1-8 is, "For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven, if indeed, having been clothed, we shall not be found naked. For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life. Now He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who also has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. So we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord."

Please don't take that statement I made about dying, the wrong way.  It's not that I want to die, because truly, I realize there is much more work to be done for my Lord, here on earth.

However, this pain and suffering that I have been experiencing is draining, physically, emotionally and even spiritually at times.  More than once, I've asked God why He's left me in pain like this, when He could end it.  The pain, I mean.

I realize that He may not have caused this situation to happen, but He is in control of all things.  He could have provided full and restorative healing.  For whatever His reason in allowing me to suffer this way, I just need to continue trusting Him.

And, trust Him, I will.  For He knows, better than I.

Again, thank you for praying for me; please continue.  May God bless each of you who care enough and take the time to pray. 

Until next time...

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Best Interests...

Here we go, again! I truly do not know what is wrong with blogger, but once again, I will have to post my Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry in this format.  Please bear with me. Hopefully, blogger will repair the problem, soon.

Oops... just after I wrote part of this entry, all of a sudden blogger began to work... almost... properly.  Thank You, Lord!

As you are probably aware, I began to get violently sick, a week ago Thursday night; it lasted all through the night.  Please feel free to read what I've written previously, to get a handle on the situation.

Saturday, in the afternoon, I called my pharmacist to ask if these medications I had been prescribed could have made me this ill.

 Of course, she couldn't say absolutely for sure, but let me know that they indeed could cause stomach upset. If you know me well, you know that I sometimes ask rhetorical questions that do not really require a reply. I did this with my pharmacist.

I asked why on earth would this doctor write prescriptions for medications like these, knowing that I have had past problems with medications injuring me. Her reply was outstanding.

My pharmacist asked a rhetorical question, herself.

She asked me (please note, I can't recall if these are her exact words, but this was basically what she said), if he truly felt I needed these medications and if had in his records about my past stomach problems, why didn't he write a prescription for something to protect me, so that I wouldn't experience a problem with stomach damage, again?

Right on! Believe me when I say that I felt somewhat relieved hearing from someone with a medicinal background that I had been treated poorly by this physician.

Okay, I realize some of you may be upset hearing this, but I wrote an entry a while back, talking about how upsetting my appointment was with this doctor.  Now, I've decided that he didn't truly have my best interests at heart. I won't be seeing him, ever again. I've decided and no one will change my mind.

If my memory serves me correctly, Saturday was the first time I ate something. Boiled egg and toast.

Then, in the evening the vomiting began, again. Since then, I've done my best to not eat anything that would upset my stomach. Unfortunately, again on Tuesday evening it happened; and again, last night.

Each time it happens, I feel like my body will burst open. Not just from the stomach pain, but the retching that puts so-o much pressure on my hernia that once again needs repair.

Some of you may be asking if this could happen.  The answer is, sort of.

As I said yesterday, I am trusting God, that it is His will to heal me.  Or, take me home.  I believe with all my heart that He has my best interests at heart.

This reminds me of 2 Samuel 7:28-29, "And now, O Lord God, thou art that God, and thy words be true, and thou hast promised this goodness unto thy servant:  Therefore now let it please thee to bless the house of thy servant, that it may continue for ever before thee: for thou, O Lord God, hast spoken it: and with thy blessing let the house of thy servant be blessed for ever."

I know that I truly am blessed.  After all, I am a child of God.  A woman of God.  A servant of God, who does my best for Him, daily.

When I answered my own question with the answer of 'sort of', I meant it.  But, the answer will have to wait until tomorrow.

Again, I would like to thank all who have been praying for me.  Please continue to pray for me.  I appreciate prayer, more than you know.  And, I'm sure God appreciates your kind and loving gesture, as well.  Blessings...

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Here I am again.  Although I cannot seem to get blogger to work properly, at least I am able to write in paragraphs and have it post the way I have written it!

When I left off in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry,  I described how sick I had felt. 

As I mentioned, I was up all night, last Thursday night.  Much sicker than I had been in a long time.

By about 7:00 a.m. Friday morning, my body seemed to calm down and stop retching.

It was about that time when, instead of  having to get up and go into the bathroom again, I actually fell asleep.  Or, maybe I passed out.  I have no idea, truly.  I just know that for some reason, I was out like a light.

Last Friday, I don't recall eating anything.  In fact, there's much I don't recall about that day.  Including the fact that my daughter B had called me.

Apparently, we spoke by phone.  In what seems like a dream I seem to be able to visualize this, but in reality, I don't recall a word that was said.

Other than to get up and use the bathroom, I don't recall getting out of bed.  I'm not even sure if I did that.  At least, until around late afternoon.

Yes, I posted a LwL entry I had pre-written, and spent some time on Facebook (FB).  But, after talking with my daughter P, I was so exhausted, I fell back into bed, immediately afterwards.

Unlike my normal habits, I went to bed early that night, and never moved a muscle until late Saturday morning.  Or, was it early Saturday afternoon.  I truly cannot recall.

On Saturday afternoon, after I found myself fully awake, I looked over the pharmacy information sheets again.  I found it thoroughly upsetting that my doctor who cares for my diabetes would even write prescriptions for these medications. 

After all, he had it in his file, that I have a sensitive stomach.  And, he knew these medications could cause me problems.

Okay.  I realize that you may think I'm being picky, but I assure you, I am not.

Years ago, after being diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a rare form of Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA), and after almost losing my eye to Iritis (I), which is a side-effect of the AS, I had been prescribed various types of anti-inflammatory agents.  Many didn't seem to work.

Then, I was prescribed Naproxen.  To read more about this, please click on this LINK. 

1,000 mg. twice daily, was my dosage.  At this time, I was taking it by mouth.  However, I experienced pain similar to what I endured in this episode I am writing about.

It was so bad, that my doctor sent me for a scope to be done.  It took the physician only a handful of seconds to remove the scope and to tell me what was wrong.

The medication was eating my stomach and stomach lining.

No more medications by mouth for me! 

That's what I was told at the time.  Then, I was forced to take it, rectally.  At least, until I began having bowel troubles.

I can recall being so upset that I just wanted to scream!

Instead, I stopped taking all medications.  And, I began doing vitamin therapy.

Until I became diabetic, I never took medications again, by mouth.  Except for the occasional antibiotic, if it was necessary.

Yes.  I did this.  In faith, I did it.  Believing that God would help me.  And, He did.

That reminds me of Hebrews 11:1, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

At that time years ago, I had no idea if what I did was going to be good or not good, for me.  But, I had faith.

Just as I do, now.

By the way, I want to thank you for praying for me.  Please continue.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

As I am sure you can guess, there's more to be said about this situation.  But, it will have to wait, until tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I must tell you that blogger doesn't seem to be working fully, and/or properly, so please bear with me. Even though I am writing this entry as I normally do, with paragraphs, it is not showing up this way.  It won't allow me to even post a title for today's entry! Recently, I wrote about having my morgage agent friend, Mary Ann Lehmann and her husband and son join me for a swim and BBQ, last Thursday. As I mentioned, by the time bedtime rolled around, I was sick. Really sick! At first, I wondered if I had done something wrong in either preparing or serving our meal. But, in my heart, I knew it wasn't the case. In any event, after I climbed into bed, I had to immediately get up and go into the bathroom. I began to vomit. Sorry if this upsets you, hearing that! I can tell you, it was upsetting to me! As I've mentioned in the past, one of the health concerns I have, is a hernia. Yes, I had it repaired many years ago, but the repair hasn't lasted and I once again, need surgery. My stomach and abdomen was distended; swollen beyond belief. To read more about what can cause this, please click on this link: I mentioned this for a reason. All this physical trauma put so much pressure on my hernia, I felt like my body might just burst open. Truly. Even after the vomiting ended, retching continued. Every few minutes, for hours... In fact, I was up until about 7:00 a.m. doing this. No sleep, until after that stopped. Since I had no diarrhea, I knew it wasn't the flu. Nor did I believe it was food poisoning. However, there was something I thought it might be. Three days earlier, I had begun some new medications. A thought occurred to me. Maybe this was what caused the stomach problem. How glad I was that I have the fear of the Lord in me! Hmmm... that reminded me of Psalm 111:10, "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever." How glad I was that God had given me wisdom, concerning what I was enduring. There is more I need to say about this, but it will have to wait. If you can find it in your heart to pray for me, I would appreciate it. Thank you, friend. May God bless you. Until next time... If you would like to comment, please e-mail:

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Never Forget...

As you know, today is the 11th of September.  The 11th anniversary of 9-11.

Forgive me for interrupting what I began writing about in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.  But, this date only comes along once per year.  And, today is the day.

The twin towers of the World Trade Center


Shanksville, PA
What happened on the morning of September 11th, 2001 was not just shocking.  It was an act of war.

For many years, I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  While we in USA and Canada, may not be at war with Islam, Islam is definitely at war with us.

The same can be said for other countries, who had what was considered to be secular governments.  Many people aren't aware of this.  Because of large Muslim populations, most people thought they were Islamic governments.  But, they all, weren't.

Many people just aren't aware that various countries in the world are being taken over by Islam, in various ways. 

Some countries in Africa, infidels (unbelievers of Islam) were literally murdered... if they would not convert to Islam.  It's not hard to take over a country that cannot defend itself, in a form such as this.  Especially, when the rest of the world has done nothing to stop the murdering.

Look at Tunisia.  In 2011, their government that allowed freedom, was overturned. 

In the media, the overthrow was deemed to be necessary due to people being unhappy.  However, time has proven my theory to be correct.

The truth can be summed up in three (3) sentences, written on Wikipedia, "On 23 October 2011, Tunisians voted for the first time post-revolution. The election appointed members to a Constituent Assembly charged with rewriting Tunisia's Constitution. The formerly-banned Islamic party Ennahda won by capturing 41% of the total vote."  Don't believe me?  Read it for yourself; here's a LINK.

The same thing has happened in Egypt.

The government was overthrown by people who claimed similar situation as in Tunisia.  Hmmm... maybe, maybe not. 

The fact is that the main religion in Egypt was already listed as Islam.  However, other religions, including Christianity, were allowed to exist and had freedom within the country.  Read about it; here's a LINK.

Now?  Well, what I've heard from friends in Egypt, is that their rights have been taken away.  No more freedom for them.

Is what I've heard true?  That's a good question!

According to Wikipedia, human rights in Egypt, have regressed; people are fearful.  Here's a LINK, where you can read it for yourself.

Here in North America, we have not been attacked with machetes, like in some locations in Africa.  Nor, has our governments been overthrown, and replaced with Islamic governments.  At least, not yet.

Don't worry.  If Islam is allowed to grow within our borders, opening the door for Muslims to bring Shariah Law into effect, then things will change.

Once Shariah Law is brought in, it can never be removed.  Muslims will then push for more and more control, increasing the amount of Sharia Law that is allowed.  Eventually, they will take over.

I have to wonder.  Is this what you want?  For you?  For your child?  Your grandchildren?

The only way to stop any further attacks on any countries who have fought in the past for freedom and won, is to put an end to Islam trying to take over, before it get's any sort of control.

Do not allow Shariah Law.  There is nothing wrong with our laws.  Each citizen must abide. 

And, we all have freedom.  Of speech.  Of religion.  And, to live as we choose.

This reminds me of Galatians 5:1, "Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage."

Please pray for the oppressed, who are now living without freedom, in countries where Islamic governments are being installed.  Places where those who are not Muslim, are being once again placed in yokes of bondage.

Although those Muslims who attacked the USA on the morning of September 11, 2001 (9-11), died and are not fighting now, their sisters and brothers in Islam are.  If they weren't, they would be speaking up against what has been done by their fellow Muslims... and would be doing more to stop those who are sometimes called extremists.
Those involved on 9-11... all Muslims

Please pray for Islam.  Pray for Muslims.  Pray that many will come to Christ.  This way, they won't feel the need to take over the world, as many admittedly claim to be doing. 

Speaking about taking over the world... doesn't this remind you about how Hitler felt, during WW2? 

It does, me.  I agree with George Santayana, whose comment of, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.", has been recalled by many.  To read more, click HERE.

I'll be praying.  Hopefully, you will, also.

Until next time...

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Monday, September 10, 2012


Now that I understand better what my not feeling great may be attributed to, I thought I should take the time to write about it, here in Life with Lynnie (LwL).

Last Thursday, was a busy day for me.

I was expecting company for a swim and bbq, so I spent much of the afternoon preparing the food I planned to serve.

A little later than she expected, my mortgage broker/friend, Mary Ann Lehmann called me to let me know she, her husband R, and son R were on their way.  After reminding her of how to meet me at the pool area, I packed up all the food planned for our dinner.

Instead of going directly to the pool, where I was to meet them, I took our dinner over to the barbeque and picnic area.  There I secured the table for us to use, in case a crowd developed who wanted to use the lightly covered eating area; as happens from time to time.

I was so thankful I had thought about using my laundry basket on wheels, in order to help me carry all the insulated food bags I used to carry our food in. It allowed me to bring beverages, that would have proven to be heavy for me. Plus, I was able to bring dessert as well. All, in one trip! Halleujah!

Then, I made my way to the pool.

It had only been a few days since I had begun working out in the pool, once again.  You may recall that my neck, shoulder and arm had been giving me some pain and trouble, after recently lifting my friend C's wheelchair.

After doing about half of my normal exercise programme in the pool, Mary Ann and her family, arrived!

As it turned out, R and R joined me in the pool, but Mary Ann had decided before leaving their home that she would just watch us have fun in the pool.  And, she did.  Watch us have fun in the pool, I mean!

Eventually, we made our way over to the picnic area and I barbecued our steak. 

Together, we prayed.  And, of course, enjoyed our meal!

Once the light began fading, Mary Ann and her family headed for home.  I wheeled the cart back upstairs, after saying goodbye to my friends.

Truly, I was so happy and thankful to have had this family join me, for a fun and delicious evening!  At first, I felt absolutely great!  Happy.  Content.

Then, things changed.

When it grew close to my bedtime, I began to feel sick.  Nothing I could really put my finger on.  I just didn't feel well.

Psalm 105:3 came to mind, "Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord."

It's easy to glory in His holy name, when life is simple, easy and going well.  It's definitely not an easy thing to do, when faced with what I became faced with that night at bedtime!

Oh well, my Lord helped me!  Thank You!  I couldn't have made it through, without You.

Oops, I hope you don't mind, but I will have to write tomorrow, about what happened to me!

Until next time...

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Sunday, September 9, 2012

That's What Counts...

Hopefully, you're feeling well, on this Lord's Day.

If you know me personally, and not just through Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I haven't been well, over the past few days.  Oh well, more about this, another time!

One thing I was grateful for was the fact that I had pre-written the posting for Blessed by a Second Chance, but had not yet posted it.  I'll have to make sure I do the same for the future, just in case.

Last night was another one of those nights when I just could not sleep.  Well, okay... I did have about an hour and a half (1 1/2 hours) of sleep. 

When it was almost time for my alarm to go off, my phone rang.  It was someone calling the wrong number.

Yup!  Good ole Murph of Murphy's Law, is still alive and well!

I got up and decided that even though I was exhausted and even though I felt like I was in a weakened state, I would go worship God.  So, I did.

This time, I won't tell you where I worshipped.

It was with a church group that I am not crazy about.  However, the last time I worshipped there, the new pastor who spoke, seemed pretty good!

Like other times, I was rather disappointed that the music was rather like today's rock and roll... the typical style of Christian music so prevalent in today's society. 

The kind where I feel like I'm attending a musical performance show, instead of worshipping.  Where everyone dances to the beat, etc.  Unfortunately, it makes me feel that those listening and joining in are showing more reverence to themselves than to God.

Okay, so I'm opinionated.

No one can argue the fact that there was 40 minutes of this, before the sermon began.  The sermon was wonderful, but it was much shorter than the music had been. 

Thankfully, the sermon was given by the same pastor as who had spoken the last time I worshipped, there.  For this, I praised God!

It seems no matter how often I tell myself to give this church group another chance, I just do not feel comfortable, so I guess it will be a while, before I go worship there, again.

The important thing is to worship.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.

After all, God told us in Hebrews 10:23-25, "Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;)  And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:  Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching."

Yes, we need to not forsake the assembling of oursleves together; we need to gather for worship, with our fellow brothers and sisters in the Lord. 

Somewhere.  Anywhere.  Even if we don't always feel the most comfortable.  As long as the preaching/teaching is sound Biblically, it's good.  That's what counts.

Until next time...

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Saturday, September 8, 2012

In Love...

If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time, I'm sure you are aware that I am not in favour of our government allowing Shariah Law to enter into our public forum, here in Canada.
Today, I received an e-mail, which you can read below the letter I wrote to my Prime Minister, Stephen Harper. 
After realizing that just sending this e-mail around, as I've done after receiving it in the past, won't do any good for us, I decided to take more of a stand on the issue, by e-mailing this along with my feelings on the issue, to Prime Minister, Stephen Harper. 
Here is what I wrote:
Dear Prime Minister (hopefully, you will receive this... and not just your assistant) Stephen Harper,
Before you ran for Prime Minister, I met you when you worshipped at my church, on a visit to Windsor, ON. When election time came, I voted for you, and voted again for you.
I've been very happy with all you have done for Canada, and am proud to have you as my Prime Minister, but there is one more thing that would make me very happy.

You need to read the following that I received by e-mail. I've received this many times, and today, I realized that just sending this to others, wasn't going to change anything, so I decided to send it to you.
By sending this, some might think that I am prejudice or racist, but I assure you, I am not.
Being a born-again Christian, I love others.
However, as a child of parents (yes, both parents) who served with the Canadian Armed Forces, during WW2, and as someone who has travelled Europe, seeing historical sites of where my Dad had served, and after visiting Washington, DC, USA, where my Mom served with the CWAC, I realize that even though we are not at war with Islam, Islam is at war with us. And, indeed with the whole world.
I thank God for all who will speak truth regarding this matter, like the leaders of the Netherlands and Australia, have.

When my grandparents all arrived in Canada, when they immigrated here, they didn't bring their old country with them. Some may have brought ideas and food recipes, etc., but generally speaking, they never, ever forced their way of life on others, or demanded their previous way of life, here. As, Islam is doing, here in Canada. And, in virtually all countries throughout the world.
Please, consider doing what I ask. Think about it. Pray about it. Do it.
Make the Muslims of our country, realize that they cannot bring their way of life here, and insist upon having their own rights.
Instead, insist that they do what every other immigrant in the past, has had to do. Become Canadian... not just legally, but morally, and in their hearts.
And, if this is not their wish, to become fully Canadian and abide/live by Canadian law, then in my opinion, they have virtually lied when taking their oath of allegiance to Canada, when they obtained status as a new Canadian. They deserve to be deported from Canada.
Whoever is fighting for Islam to have a presence here in Canada, from a legal standpoint, insisting that they bring Shariah Law into effect, needs to be sent away from Canada.
Our laws currently in place, are sufficient for anyone who has loved Canada enough to become a citizen, here.
Please, do not allow any level of government to be overwhelmed with Islam, where they will open the door for Muslims to bring Shariah Law into effect.
Look at what has happened in England, where the British government allowed this. Now, there is more fighting than ever. More hatred than ever. And, I'm not meaning against Islam, but rather, by Muslims, against Britain and all who have not yet been converted to Islam. Check out Youtube videos and see it for yourself, if you don't believe me.
I can tell you from personal experience, that this hatred for Britain is truly happening. Before my husband died, and while visiting London, England on our last visit there, we saw Islamic leaders condemning the British government and people, claiming that they would take over not just Britain, but the world. And, my friend, this was several years ago.
We saw this for ourselves, as we were walking to see the Churchill War Rooms museum. How outrageous this was to see, considering we were about to visit a museum in support of WW2, honouring Sir Winston Churchill and all who participated in the cause of freedom.
Islam claims all over the world that it wants freedom.
This is not the truth. What they want to do, is remove freedom from the lives of all in the world, by forcing Islam on all.
Look what has been done in Egypt. Before, Christians and other religious groups were allowed freedom of religion, even if Islam was dominant. Now, the new government taking over, is becoming an Islamic government, not allowing any freedom or support to any who are not of the Muslim faith.
Please, do not let this happen in Canada. I love my country too much, to sit back and not speak up.
Please, do not allow Canada to be taken over this way. I realize that various levels of government, here in Canada, are being approached and encouraged to allow Shariah Law within our borders.

Please, do not allow this.

As always, I will continue to pray for you. May God bless you.

Lynn McKenzie
(personal info removed for this entry)

W O W ! She Did It Again!!!

Australia says NO -- Second Time she has done this!

She sure isn't backing down on her hard line stance and one has to appreciate her belief in the rights of her native countrymen.

A breath of fresh air to see someone lead. Australian Prime Minister does it again!!

The whole world needs a leader like this!


Prime Minister Julia Gillard - Australia

Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia, as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks.

Separately, Gillard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying she supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote: 'IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT... Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians.'

'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.'

'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!'

'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.'

'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us.'

'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'.'

'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.'

IF we circulate this amongst ourselves in UK , Canada & USA , WE will find the courage to start speaking and voicing the same truths.

If you agree please SEND THIS ON and ON, to as many people as you know...
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Friends,  I thank you for reading today's entry. 
As you know, if you read your Bible, Jesus always spoke truth, even when he threw the money changers out of the synagogue.  He always spoke truth.
And, so do I.  I stand for Christ, always. 
I was reminded of a couple of Bible verses, but chose this one:  Ephesians 4:15, "But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:"
There may be some who do not like this, who do not agree with the fact that I speak up.  Well, that's fine.  To each their own.  I just know that in my past life, before recommitting to Christ, I didn't always stand for Christ, in the luke-warm condition I was in, at that time. 

But, today, I do... stand for Christ, and stand for truth.  Hopefully, you do, as well. 

I encourage you to write your opinions to your governmental leaders.  Let them know what you stand for. 
Friend, please know that I pray for you, your family, your ministry (if you have one), and for all levels of our government, including our Federal Government, here in Canada.
And, of course, for all the unsaved in this world, no matter what religious or ethnic background they have.
Until next time...
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Friday, September 7, 2012

Blessed With A Second Chance

Before I begin today's entry, I just want to say that I am thinking of my brother, today.  In fact, both my brothers; the one who is alive, who commented to me about our brother Glenn, who died a couple of years ago.  Today, would have been Glenn's birthday, had he lived.  He was on my mind all day, today.  I'm sure he's celebrating in heaven.

If you've read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, I'm sure you're aware that about a year ago, I authored my first book, Love Never Fails You...

In my efforts to market my book, I have met several local authors, that live here in Windsor and Essex County.  In addition, I have made a few on-line friends who also are authors.  Mostly, through Facebook (FB).

My FB friend, Sharon Sanchez is one such person. 

Sharon wrote a book, titled Blessed With A Second Chance.  Here is a LINK, where you can find out more information on how her book and how to obtain a copy.

I've read her book.  Sharon has quite a story! 

And, I am absolutely positive that people will be able to relate to her, in one way or another.  Maybe for themselves, or through family and/or friends. 

In any case, I pray that her efforts to help others by reading and understanding the plight of those who have suffered in the way Sharon has, will be blessed.  After all, God called us to support each other.

One thing that concerns me is salvation. 

Some people think that everyone will go to heaven when they die.  This is absolutely Biblically incorrect.  This is false teaching, at its worst.

Because there are those out there who are teaching falsely, many are being led astray.

Many are being deceived into thinking they can live their lives any way they like.  Even sinfully.  Those who believe this think they don't need to trust in Jesus, or honour God and His teachings to us.

One thing I am thankful for has been the strong, Biblical teaching that I received.  For this, I praise God and thank Jesus!  Without this truthful teaching, I would be lost.  As many are, today.

I am thankful there are pastors out there who teach Biblical truth.  In addition, there are people like me, Sharon and others who do the work of the Lord, in an effort to teach truth to those who may be being led astray.

On FB, I recently saw this Youtube video entitled, Are You Saved - Don't Be Deceived

One thing I must say is that I pray you are not being deceived.  I pray for you.  In addition to praying for those who need to come to Christ, I pray for friends, family, ministries and more.

Let's face it.  Life isn't easy.  And, it's not kind.

Without Jesus in our lives, we have no hope.  No hope for our future.  No hope for our eternal life.

Jesus gives us the second chance that we need.  He provides the forgiveness that we need in order to be able to spend eternity in heaven and not in hell.

People need this second chance. Many people have no idea that they will one day stand in judgement before Christ, and hear Him say... get away from me, I never knew you.

Some people don't really like it when I make a remark like the one I just made. But, if they don't, they should take it up with God, not me.

After all, in Matthew 7:22-23 we are told, "Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity."

If you are stuggling with life.  If you are suffering not knowing what to do to change your life.  If you truly want to have a new life, trust in Jesus.  He will change your life. 

And, you'll be blessed with a second chance.

Until next time...

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Thursday, September 6, 2012


If you have been a very long time reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I wrote in a much earlier entry, about men dressed as women.

The first time I saw this, I was a teenager, walking in downtown Montreal, with one of my cousins and her boyfriend. 

Yes, it was absolutely shocking.  Especially, when he batted his female-decorated eyes at me and threw his head back, shaking his hair!

When I had my ladies' wear store, I once again was faced with men who admitted they wanted lingerie for themselves, and not for a wife, girlfriend, mom or female friend of any kind.  Yup!  I could probably write a book about this!

Once, when visiting Treasure Island, Florida, my now deceased husband Gordon and I saw a couple of men dressed as women, when we visited a hotel that had karaoke, one evening.

On Wednesday, September 5th, I was absolutely floored seeing a fellow dressed as a woman, in a fast-food restaurant, here in Windsor.

Okay.  Maybe I shouldn't have been shocked.  After all, it's not the first time I have seen this.  What was shocking and upsetting to me, that it was in downtown Windsor.  Right here, where I live.

There was more that was upsetting to me, than just seeing someone like this.

First of all, I should let you know that I was meeting a working friend, at this fast-food restaurant.  We were having a combination work meeting and friend time, together.  No, I won't say where I was, for I do not want to hurt their business in any way.  Especially, if this was a one-time happening.

While waiting for my working friend to meet me, I saw this fellow.  He was seated across from me, in a booth, while I was seated at a bench-type table.

He was talking to himself... and writing.  A few times, he looked over, batting his female-made-up eyes at me.  Please realize his make-up wasn't like a beautiful overly made-up woman, but was almost zombie-like in nature.  But, without the red blood issues.

Since he was seated almost across from me, it was difficult to not see him.  On a couple of glances, I noticed him rubbing his crotch area, right there in the restaurant.  This absolutely turned my stomach. 

Even so, I prayed for him.

Once my friend arrived, I thought it wouldn't be a problem, since I'd be concentrating on her, instead of thinking and praying for him.  But, I just couldn't get this person off my mind.

Yes, I continued to pray for him, silently.

It makes me sad, thinking that our world is such a mixed-up place, that there are people like this, almost everywhere, in today's society.  But then, we are living in Satan's domain and he is affecting the way many people live their lives.

When I say, I thought about a Bible verse, I mean it.  Deuteronomy 22:5 tells us, "The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the Lord thy God."

While some people think that it is okay to see this, and okay for people to do this, whether on occasion, or in everyday life, I do not think it is right.  After all, it is sin.  It is an abomination to God, as we just read.

Please, pray for these people. 

They need to come to Christ.  They need salvation, through our Lord, Jesus Christ.  They need to believe on Him and trust Him, for everything in their lives.  Thank you for prayer.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Shocking Firsts!!

Oops... sorry.  I realized that even though I mentioned being at Chapters bookstore, here in Windsor, on August 23rd, I never really told you about what happened there, that day.

I had a couple of firsts happen!

What I mean is this... even though I had been at Chapters for book-signing events for my book, Love Never Fails You... in the past, I had something happen that had never happened, before.

In fact, not just one (1) first, but two (2)!

My scheduled time to begin the book-signing event at Chapters, was 4:00 p.m.  Business was slow that Thursday afternoon.  After all, people were shopping at the mall, but usually for back-to-school items for themselves and/or for family.

As I sat and stood there, I prayed that God would bless me, in some way, even if it wasn't with tremendous book sales.

He did!

One woman who looked familiar to me, approached my table.  She introduced herself and reminded me that she had purchased a copy of Love Never Fails You... from me, on a previous occasion.

This person began telling me that she truly enjoyed reading Love Never Fails You...  In addition, she told me how much the final few chapters were of great help to her. 

Silently, I praised God for this!  Aloud, I thanked her.

Then, she began telling me of some of her life's trials and issues.  We had some discussion.  Then we prayed, together.  Yes, right there in the middle of the store!

By the time this sister-in-the-Lord left, I felt blessed in a way that I never dreamed would happen, there in the store.  Thank You, Lord!

A little while later, when there seemed to be another lull in store traffic (some people enter through the store, to gain entrance to and/or to leave the mall), another strange and unusual thing happened.

This time, I was absolutely floored!

As a young man walked by with friends, he glanced at my books.  I offered him a bookmark.  He was happy to take it.

Then, he remarked how he had already read my book.  Someone he knew had a copy and was telling others they needed to read it.

Apparently, this fellow had read Love Never Fails You...

This wasn't the shocker, though!  The real shocker came when he asked if he could have my autograph.

Aloud, I even said, in a questioning tone, " autograph?!"  He replied, "Yes!"

He handed me back his bookmark advertising Love Never Fails You... and my Christian websites, on the reverse side.  He told me his name, so I could address to him the remark I would write, before writing my signature.


Even now, I cannot help but laugh, whenever I think of this.  Not because it is showing that I am becoming well known in the community, for I am not.

And, not because having this happen was ego-inflating.

But rather, because this young man had a good Christian heart, to read a book such as Love Never Fails You... in the first place.  And, because he appreciated the value it offers, he wanted to encourage me.

I knew that as shocking as this was, God had made both these things happen, for me to see that others truly are being blessed by me opening up my life to others who are hurting. 

Not only are they are being blessed by reading what God inspired me to write about some of my life's trials, but also by His Word and how it helped me daily through these trials.  And, continues to help me.

Of course, this reminded me of Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."

I was blessed knowing that God had shown me favour, by encouraging me, and reassuring me that I had done the right thing, being obedient to His leading.  That people were being blessed through my efforts to assist others in need of support and encouragement.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Sleep, Beauty and Love...

Last night, I hardly slept at all.  Seriously, I only had about two and a half (2 1/2) hours sleep!  If you know me well, or if you are a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) you're probably aware that I sometimes have trouble sleeping.

While some people think this problem is linked to being a widow, I know that I've had this problem for much longer. 

In fact, during my now deceased husband's mind changes due to having an inoperable brain tumour, I found I hardly slept, then.  And, when I did, it wasn't a deep sleep.  I felt I had to be awake in order to make sure he was okay.  After all, he did have a habit of leaving our apartment, at times and I was concerned for his well being.

Still, there are times when I sleep well.  Usually, it is due to being so over-tired, that I just conk out!

I believe that there is a reason I hardly slept at all, last night.  Today, is a special day, here in Ontario, Canada. It's the first day of school!

What would that have to do with anything?

Well, my brother Glenn, who died a couple of years ago, was on my mind.  Even though his birthday isn't until a few days from now, I recall the day he was born.

Glenn was born on the first day of school!  The Tuesday, after Labour Day.

How could I ever forget this?!

Because my mom had been in hospital, a cousin of ours, looked after my elder brother, and I.  She was older than us and got us ready for school and sent us off, for the day.

In this era of life, we attended school where we had to wear a school uniform.

Today, some schools call their clothing choices, uniforms.  I beg to differ, with most of them.  After all, uniform means... one... as in uni... one!! 

It seems that schools I am familiar with here in my area, should be calling the clothing requirements not uniforms, but rather, school wardrobe.  Especially since they allow pants in this colour or another choice to be worn.  Shirts and tops of this colour and style or that colour and style, sweaters in this style and colour, or another, and skirts of this type or that, offering choice selections to be worn.

This is a wardrobe, not a uniform.

In any case, my uniform was to be a navy tunic, with white blouse, and navy socks.  In fact, here's a photo of what I looked like, in my uniform!

Here I am as a child, dressed in my school uniform!

As I said, this was my uniform, that was completed by wearing a set of bloomers, underneath, so that on days when we had our gym class, all we had to do was remove our tunic, and we were already dressed!

In any case, on the day Glenn was born, my cousin handed me a pale blue blouse, instead of a white one, to wear to school. 

Upon arriving at school, I wasn't even allowed to enter my classroom.  I was directed to the office, where I was given a letter and was immediately sent home.

The letter said I could not return to school, until I was fully dressed in my school uniform!

So, on every Tuesday after Labour Day, I think of this.

And, I think of my baby brother, who I thought was the most beautiful baby ever born.  At least, until my own family came along!

Of course, as an adult, saved by grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ, alone... I know that beauty is not truly skin deep.

This reminds me of 1 Samuel 16: 7, "But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart."

Yes, God doesn't look at our physical body for beauty.  I praise Him for this, especially since my lack of sleep sometimes affects my physical appearance! 

Instead, He looks at our heart.  And, He knows what is in our heart.  He knows just how much we love Him.

And, since some of us are not perfect people physically, I am truly grateful for this.  For, He knows I truly love Him!  Hopefully, you do, too!

Until next time...

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