How happy I was to write in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, that my air-conditioning installation work had been completed!
Finally! Relief! Almost like a breath of fresh air!
Even though I was happy and relieved this war-zone-like situation was over, I recognized that I was still in a mess. My furniture that normally was positioned in that area, was still moved out of place, crowding the rest of my living area.
Nothing was done about it this past Tuesday, since I attended my appointment at the hospital for my ultrasound test. Plus, both my daughter B and I had many errands to do.
Wednesday was a different story.
When my nurse arrived, she commented about the job being completed. She asked how and when I was going to move my furniture back into place, commenting that I had better not be thinking I could do it, myself.
I replied that I truly wasn't sure when, but I thought some of my family might help reposition things.
Then, I prayed about this and the fact that I had some other work to do before any of this could take place. I asked God to provide for me. Especially since I had some cleaning to do. Like my artificial tree and its leaves.
There is a reason I needed to do this, and it's not just because I hadn't been able to reach it to dust it, since my surgery. But, this is something to discuss another time.
I mentioned that I would like to clean the tree and its leaves, but I couldn't reach it, nor lift it to where I could easily access it.
My friendly nurse reached over some furniture and lifted it out from where it was stored. She placed it in a horizontal position, lying the base on my couch, while the branches and leaves hung over the edge. Thus, allowing me to reach and clean the whole thing!
How sweet of her to do this! Thank you, D! I appreciated you doing this, more than you know. May God bless you...
At first, I cleaned a little, taking breaks to not overdo it, physically. Then, my daughter B called and let me know she was heading over to my apartment.
No more breaks for me! I rushed through the rest of the job, including dusting the other reachable furniture that needed to be repositioned, so that when B arrived, things could be moved back into place.
After the area was cleaned, my daughter B moved the tree into place. Then, the desk, and chair. Before B left, she had placed my copier and fax back into place, as well as a few other things.
Thank you, B! What would I have done without you and your help?! Thank you, for being such a blessing to me! May God bless you, dear.
Talk about answered prayer?! Thank you, Lord!
This reminded me of John 15:7, "If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you."
As we read, whatever we ask shall be done unto us, providing we abide in our Lord, and His Words abide in us. Of course, all in His time!
I praise God for this promise! And, I'm grateful for His Word, the Bible, that teaches us everything we need to know, with respect to Him and what He desires of and for, us.
Until next time...
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Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
It's Over!!
If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll be aware that I sometimes write about trials in my life.
Well, one has come to an end! Praise God! Thank You, Lord!
What ended this week, began in the third (3rd) week of July. About 17 weeks ago!
It was during the heat of the summer.
I had been without air-conditioning in my home, because my 110 sleeve-style air-conditioner wasn't working, properly. It would run for a few minutes, then blow the breaker. Consequently, with the window and door shut, it became extra hot having to leave the unit off for the few minutes, before resetting the breaker. By the time I could restart the cooling, it barely begun before once again blowing the breaker.
Since the unit wasn't dripping any water outside onto the balcony area, my thoughts were that water was backing up into the unit and causing the breaker to blow. No one seemed to agree with me that possibly the unit had not been installed correctly. Not even our maintenance people, here in the building I live in.
Instead, I was told to replace the failing unit with a 220 air-conditioning unit.
So, I did. Our building maintenance crew removed the old 110 unit, and inserted the 220 unit I had purchased.
As needed, and at fairly steep expense, I had an extension cord made so that the new unit could be plugged into the electric baseboard heater, where there was a 220 plug available. The men told me it was too long a cord. Alas, I had to have another cord made; this time, much shorter.
Eureka! Cold air blew into my sauna-like apartment!
You can probably imagine how happy I was that I finally had some relief from the summer heat that was more extreme than normal. Thank You, Lord!
However, when the fellows did this work, they only set the new unit into the sleeve opening and stuffed insulation around it, as a temporary measure. They told me that since one of them would be on vacation, they would not be back for two to three (2-3) weeks.
Each time I requested to know when they would address the issue of properly installing the unit, I was put off. Then, after arriving home from hospital, I was told that they probably wouldn't do the work until October.
October came and went. As was November. Finally, the crew leader let me know they would address my issue.
They came and removed the previous sleeve installation that was much larger than the new replacement unit. A new box-style sleeve was made to fit the opening and my air-conditioning unit was re-installed.
This past Monday, November 26th, they returned to remove the old sleeve from my balcony. A wooden cover had been made and installed, so that my unit would be protected not just from the winter weather, but also from any concrete dust created from the grinding during balcony repairs beginning to take place on my side of the building.
Finally, the inside was addressed. A painted frame was installed around the inside part of the air-conditioner.
Hallelujah! Thank You, Jesus! Talk about an answer to prayer!
How long had I waited for this to be completed! How long had I lived with all my furniture removed from that area? How long had I lived in a war-like zone, with all that furniture stored, filling up every empty space in my living area?
It seemed like... forever! Well, okay... only 17 weeks.
During this time of stressful living, whenever I began to feel stressed looking and living in this war-zone I had to remind myself that everything happens in God's time. Not ours.
This brought to mind Ecclesiastes 3:1, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
Yes, God's time is always perfect. While I am in imperfect person.
It was a humbling experience not being able to have friends come to visit, without having to have them move furniture around so they could sit with me. Not to mention having to explain to each and every nurse who came to treat my wound, why my apartment looked like a storage unit!
But, God is good. And, He loves me. Just as He loves you.
Until next time...
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Well, one has come to an end! Praise God! Thank You, Lord!
What ended this week, began in the third (3rd) week of July. About 17 weeks ago!
It was during the heat of the summer.
I had been without air-conditioning in my home, because my 110 sleeve-style air-conditioner wasn't working, properly. It would run for a few minutes, then blow the breaker. Consequently, with the window and door shut, it became extra hot having to leave the unit off for the few minutes, before resetting the breaker. By the time I could restart the cooling, it barely begun before once again blowing the breaker.
Since the unit wasn't dripping any water outside onto the balcony area, my thoughts were that water was backing up into the unit and causing the breaker to blow. No one seemed to agree with me that possibly the unit had not been installed correctly. Not even our maintenance people, here in the building I live in.
Instead, I was told to replace the failing unit with a 220 air-conditioning unit.
So, I did. Our building maintenance crew removed the old 110 unit, and inserted the 220 unit I had purchased.
As needed, and at fairly steep expense, I had an extension cord made so that the new unit could be plugged into the electric baseboard heater, where there was a 220 plug available. The men told me it was too long a cord. Alas, I had to have another cord made; this time, much shorter.
Eureka! Cold air blew into my sauna-like apartment!
You can probably imagine how happy I was that I finally had some relief from the summer heat that was more extreme than normal. Thank You, Lord!
However, when the fellows did this work, they only set the new unit into the sleeve opening and stuffed insulation around it, as a temporary measure. They told me that since one of them would be on vacation, they would not be back for two to three (2-3) weeks.
Each time I requested to know when they would address the issue of properly installing the unit, I was put off. Then, after arriving home from hospital, I was told that they probably wouldn't do the work until October.
October came and went. As was November. Finally, the crew leader let me know they would address my issue.
They came and removed the previous sleeve installation that was much larger than the new replacement unit. A new box-style sleeve was made to fit the opening and my air-conditioning unit was re-installed.
This past Monday, November 26th, they returned to remove the old sleeve from my balcony. A wooden cover had been made and installed, so that my unit would be protected not just from the winter weather, but also from any concrete dust created from the grinding during balcony repairs beginning to take place on my side of the building.
Finally, the inside was addressed. A painted frame was installed around the inside part of the air-conditioner.
Hallelujah! Thank You, Jesus! Talk about an answer to prayer!
How long had I waited for this to be completed! How long had I lived with all my furniture removed from that area? How long had I lived in a war-like zone, with all that furniture stored, filling up every empty space in my living area?
It seemed like... forever! Well, okay... only 17 weeks.
During this time of stressful living, whenever I began to feel stressed looking and living in this war-zone I had to remind myself that everything happens in God's time. Not ours.
This brought to mind Ecclesiastes 3:1, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
Yes, God's time is always perfect. While I am in imperfect person.
It was a humbling experience not being able to have friends come to visit, without having to have them move furniture around so they could sit with me. Not to mention having to explain to each and every nurse who came to treat my wound, why my apartment looked like a storage unit!
But, God is good. And, He loves me. Just as He loves you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Anxious...
As I've mentioned previously in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I was scheduled to have an ultrasound test done at the hospital, yesterday.
My daughter B picked me up. Enroute, we had several stops to make. Even so, it didn't take long for us to reach the hospital.
B dropped me off and went home to do what she needed to do. After all, there was no point in her waiting for me, when she, herself has a full agenda.
Arriving at the hospital earlier than planned, I registered at the admitting department, as had been requested. Then, I headed over to check in at the X-Ray department. They gave me unit to carry with me, that would flash when they were ready to do my test.
The woman at the desk let me know that even though I was early, the ultrasound technician was running late. Sigh... I was glad B hadn't waited with me!
Sitting in the waiting area, I thought about the last time I was there. It was with my now deceased husband and a couple of friends, who joined us while Gordon waited for his test. Yup, it was quite a while ago.
Trying to not choke up, I decided to take my mind off the past, and not be anxious.
So, I called my friend C to see how he was. When I had spoken with him last week, he hadn't felt well.
To my surprise, he reminded me that this was the week where he was having treatment at the hospital, to encourage healing of the nerves in his back and legs. lol He was upstairs!
When he was finished his treatment, he wheeled himself into the area where I was seated. He bought himself coffee and both of us a sweet treat. Thank you, C!
He asked me about what I had been up to. I told him about my friends M & D coming to visit me and how we celebrated on the eve before my birthday.
The shocked look on his face was indescribable. He asked when my birthday was. I told him, last Saturday, the 24th.
C began apologizing for not wishing me Happy Birthday, or taking me out for a meal, the way we usually do for each other, to celebrate our birthdays. I told him not to worry about it; I wasn't worried!
He asked me why I hadn't reminded him. I told him there was no need to do that, especially since he hadn't been feeling well. He said he hadn't even gone on Facebook (FB), so he was totally unaware that it had slipped his mind.
Once again, I told him to not worry about it. It was fine. Truly, it was just another day. It seemed he was rather anxious, though; feeling badly that he missed my birthday.
This reminded me of Matthew 6:27, "Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?"
Like God told us, worrying or being anxious does nothing for us. It won't help us in any way.
In the end, C insisted that once he's feeling improved after finishing these treatments, we need to go and celebrate over lunch or dinner. I suggested we wait and see how things go. After all, when one is not feeling up to snuff, it's hard to make definite plans.
I thank God that His plans are definite. Even if we don't always know the details, at least we know that He has our best interests at heart.
Until next time...
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My daughter B picked me up. Enroute, we had several stops to make. Even so, it didn't take long for us to reach the hospital.
B dropped me off and went home to do what she needed to do. After all, there was no point in her waiting for me, when she, herself has a full agenda.
Arriving at the hospital earlier than planned, I registered at the admitting department, as had been requested. Then, I headed over to check in at the X-Ray department. They gave me unit to carry with me, that would flash when they were ready to do my test.
The woman at the desk let me know that even though I was early, the ultrasound technician was running late. Sigh... I was glad B hadn't waited with me!
Sitting in the waiting area, I thought about the last time I was there. It was with my now deceased husband and a couple of friends, who joined us while Gordon waited for his test. Yup, it was quite a while ago.
Trying to not choke up, I decided to take my mind off the past, and not be anxious.
So, I called my friend C to see how he was. When I had spoken with him last week, he hadn't felt well.
To my surprise, he reminded me that this was the week where he was having treatment at the hospital, to encourage healing of the nerves in his back and legs. lol He was upstairs!
When he was finished his treatment, he wheeled himself into the area where I was seated. He bought himself coffee and both of us a sweet treat. Thank you, C!
He asked me about what I had been up to. I told him about my friends M & D coming to visit me and how we celebrated on the eve before my birthday.
The shocked look on his face was indescribable. He asked when my birthday was. I told him, last Saturday, the 24th.
C began apologizing for not wishing me Happy Birthday, or taking me out for a meal, the way we usually do for each other, to celebrate our birthdays. I told him not to worry about it; I wasn't worried!
He asked me why I hadn't reminded him. I told him there was no need to do that, especially since he hadn't been feeling well. He said he hadn't even gone on Facebook (FB), so he was totally unaware that it had slipped his mind.
Once again, I told him to not worry about it. It was fine. Truly, it was just another day. It seemed he was rather anxious, though; feeling badly that he missed my birthday.
This reminded me of Matthew 6:27, "Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?"
Like God told us, worrying or being anxious does nothing for us. It won't help us in any way.
In the end, C insisted that once he's feeling improved after finishing these treatments, we need to go and celebrate over lunch or dinner. I suggested we wait and see how things go. After all, when one is not feeling up to snuff, it's hard to make definite plans.
I thank God that His plans are definite. Even if we don't always know the details, at least we know that He has our best interests at heart.
Until next time...
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
In Deed & In Truth...
As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, last Friday was a very upsetting day for me. And, as I mentioned, I couldn't stop crying, all afternoon.
By the time it got near suppertime, I forced myself to calm down. I had to. I had no choice. My friends M & D were due to arrive.
M called as she said she would, just as they were leaving their home. On the way to my place, they planned on picking up the pizza we would share, for dinner.
If you've been a long time reader of LwL, you'll be aware that M & her husband, D used to get together with my now deceased husband Gordon and I, a few times a year. We alway had pizza, salad and dessert, for it made for an easy and enjoyable dinner for our foursome.
Like normal, being that they were coming to my home, I had salad ready, and dessert. M & D would pick up the pizza on their way, here.
But, when M called to say they were on their way, she said that once again, they couldn't get an answer when they phoned our favourite place for pizza. Hmmm... this happened in the summer, when we last got together, at their home. Instead, we had Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) for dinner.
M began our conversation saying that it looked like we might have KFC, once again. Sigh... I let her know that was okay, if that was what they wanted. But, we both agreed we had been looking forward to enjoying our favourite pizza, that evening.
I suggested that it would be fine with me, if we rescheduled to another time. M insisted we get together. Then, I suggested that since we had both been looking forward to our pizza dinner, we might consider ordering from another place.
And, that's what they did.
When M & D arrived, huge pizza in hand, I was shocked to see that they had brought disposable plates and salad bowls. Even dessert plates! This shocked me, because I planned on having muffins and frozen yogurt for dessert.
And, of course, it was surprising to see disposable dishes! They felt that since I was still recovering from surgery, the less dishes that needed to be done, the better. How kind and thoughtful they were to do this, considering that I do dishes, regularly.
Then, the surprise was revealed. They brought with them, a birthday cake. One large enough for each of us to have a piece, with an extra slice left over. They even brought with them, a special candle that stays lit on the cake, without having to have a flame burning.
Be still my heart. Once again, I forced myself to not cry.
M had insisted we get together that evening, because it was the eve of my birthday, and they wanted to celebrate it, with me. My heart felt full, like it would burst, just thinking about how loving they were, doing this for me.
This brought to mind 1 John 3:18, "My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth."
It never ceases to amaze me how God knows when we are in need of love.
And, how He provides, through others who love us, not just with words, but also with deeds. Just like M & D, had done for me.
Yes, I felt loved that evening. And, was thankful for my loving friends, and for their kindness to me.
It truly made my weekend. Thank you, M & D! And, thank You... Lord!
Until next time...
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By the time it got near suppertime, I forced myself to calm down. I had to. I had no choice. My friends M & D were due to arrive.
M called as she said she would, just as they were leaving their home. On the way to my place, they planned on picking up the pizza we would share, for dinner.
If you've been a long time reader of LwL, you'll be aware that M & her husband, D used to get together with my now deceased husband Gordon and I, a few times a year. We alway had pizza, salad and dessert, for it made for an easy and enjoyable dinner for our foursome.
Like normal, being that they were coming to my home, I had salad ready, and dessert. M & D would pick up the pizza on their way, here.
But, when M called to say they were on their way, she said that once again, they couldn't get an answer when they phoned our favourite place for pizza. Hmmm... this happened in the summer, when we last got together, at their home. Instead, we had Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) for dinner.
M began our conversation saying that it looked like we might have KFC, once again. Sigh... I let her know that was okay, if that was what they wanted. But, we both agreed we had been looking forward to enjoying our favourite pizza, that evening.
I suggested that it would be fine with me, if we rescheduled to another time. M insisted we get together. Then, I suggested that since we had both been looking forward to our pizza dinner, we might consider ordering from another place.
And, that's what they did.
When M & D arrived, huge pizza in hand, I was shocked to see that they had brought disposable plates and salad bowls. Even dessert plates! This shocked me, because I planned on having muffins and frozen yogurt for dessert.
And, of course, it was surprising to see disposable dishes! They felt that since I was still recovering from surgery, the less dishes that needed to be done, the better. How kind and thoughtful they were to do this, considering that I do dishes, regularly.
Then, the surprise was revealed. They brought with them, a birthday cake. One large enough for each of us to have a piece, with an extra slice left over. They even brought with them, a special candle that stays lit on the cake, without having to have a flame burning.
Be still my heart. Once again, I forced myself to not cry.
M had insisted we get together that evening, because it was the eve of my birthday, and they wanted to celebrate it, with me. My heart felt full, like it would burst, just thinking about how loving they were, doing this for me.
This brought to mind 1 John 3:18, "My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth."
It never ceases to amaze me how God knows when we are in need of love.
And, how He provides, through others who love us, not just with words, but also with deeds. Just like M & D, had done for me.
Yes, I felt loved that evening. And, was thankful for my loving friends, and for their kindness to me.
It truly made my weekend. Thank you, M & D! And, thank You... Lord!
Until next time...
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Monday, November 26, 2012
Tears...
Previously, I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about running into Gordon's friend B, last Friday. Although I mentioned it was a happy, yet upsetting meeting, it wasn't just due to finding out that B has cancer.
As I mentioned in that entry, I felt upset hearing he is battling cancer, but tried to not let it show. I wanted to be positive for B, and not fall apart, and possibly stress him out.
But then, it got worse. B began telling me how much he missed Gordon. Oops... I should have said, Gordie... or El Gordo, as he called him.
Reminiscing about fun times he had with Gordon, he laughed aloud.
It made my heart skip a beat. I was happy, and yet saddened by this. And, once again, tried to not let it show.
What really got to me, was when B started doing a shuffle-like dance, right there in the store. Laughing while doing so.
He let me know that Gordon and he used to lock arms, and do that shuffle-like dance together, at work from time to time. To lighten the day. And, to be able to have a laugh, together. B said they called it the Brother Where Art Thou... dance.
In my mind's eye, I could envision Gordon doing this. And, that's when it really got to me.
I almost lost it, right there, in the store. As a matter of fact, I could feel tears welling up.
Quickly, I told B I had to go.
We said our goodbyes, and off I went to find my daughter B and her friend. We finished shopping and headed out.
I couldn't get it off my mind, and out of my broken heart. Even to breathe, I felt strained. The pain I felt was beyond belief.
And, this continued on for the rest of the day.
When I arrived home, I burst into tears. And, cried off and on for the rest of the afternoon.
Between waves of emotion, I called B and his wife, and left a message on their phone answering system. B called me back.
I explain to him why I rushed off. And, apologized for doing so.
He told me that he thought I was upset, and asked his wife, if he had done something wrong. Through my tears, I told him that he had not done anything wrong. That it actually encouraged me.
So why the tears?
Due to family problems, Gordon's and my family relationships were somewhat strained, in the past. To be honest, there were times when I felt like I was the only person in the world, grieving him.
When I realized that B was indeed grieving Gordon, it not only made me feel happy, but opened up the floodgate of grief, once again.
Even now, just thinking about this, tears are running down my face, as I am writing.
Tears. God has spoken about tears, in various verses in the Bible. Psalm 56:8 came to mind, "Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?"
A bottle? lol There are times when I think that a bottle could not possibly hold all the tears I've cried in my life. Sometimes, I have felt like God might need a lake instead, to capture them. lol
But, the fact remains, God is with us, always.
And, He wants us to praise Him, even in the midst of the trials we face in our lives. I do. And, I am grateful for His love. Hopefully, you are, too.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I mentioned in that entry, I felt upset hearing he is battling cancer, but tried to not let it show. I wanted to be positive for B, and not fall apart, and possibly stress him out.
But then, it got worse. B began telling me how much he missed Gordon. Oops... I should have said, Gordie... or El Gordo, as he called him.
Reminiscing about fun times he had with Gordon, he laughed aloud.
It made my heart skip a beat. I was happy, and yet saddened by this. And, once again, tried to not let it show.
What really got to me, was when B started doing a shuffle-like dance, right there in the store. Laughing while doing so.
He let me know that Gordon and he used to lock arms, and do that shuffle-like dance together, at work from time to time. To lighten the day. And, to be able to have a laugh, together. B said they called it the Brother Where Art Thou... dance.
In my mind's eye, I could envision Gordon doing this. And, that's when it really got to me.
I almost lost it, right there, in the store. As a matter of fact, I could feel tears welling up.
Quickly, I told B I had to go.
We said our goodbyes, and off I went to find my daughter B and her friend. We finished shopping and headed out.
I couldn't get it off my mind, and out of my broken heart. Even to breathe, I felt strained. The pain I felt was beyond belief.
And, this continued on for the rest of the day.
When I arrived home, I burst into tears. And, cried off and on for the rest of the afternoon.
Between waves of emotion, I called B and his wife, and left a message on their phone answering system. B called me back.
I explain to him why I rushed off. And, apologized for doing so.
He told me that he thought I was upset, and asked his wife, if he had done something wrong. Through my tears, I told him that he had not done anything wrong. That it actually encouraged me.
So why the tears?
Due to family problems, Gordon's and my family relationships were somewhat strained, in the past. To be honest, there were times when I felt like I was the only person in the world, grieving him.
When I realized that B was indeed grieving Gordon, it not only made me feel happy, but opened up the floodgate of grief, once again.
Even now, just thinking about this, tears are running down my face, as I am writing.
Tears. God has spoken about tears, in various verses in the Bible. Psalm 56:8 came to mind, "Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?"
A bottle? lol There are times when I think that a bottle could not possibly hold all the tears I've cried in my life. Sometimes, I have felt like God might need a lake instead, to capture them. lol
But, the fact remains, God is with us, always.
And, He wants us to praise Him, even in the midst of the trials we face in our lives. I do. And, I am grateful for His love. Hopefully, you are, too.
Until next time...
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
In The Midst...
Thank you to all who acknowledged Life with Lynnie's third (3rd) birthday, yesterday.
This morning, I awoke rather tired. Realizing I didn't really want to get up, I tried to relax and return to sleep. But, it didn't happen.
Once up, but not running, I recognized that I was feeling rather low in spirit. No, it wasn't due to seeing that it had snowed through the night! Just so you know, it disappeared before noon. Thank You, Lord!
As I'm sure you're aware, I've been going through a rather extensive trial of life. Yes, I know. We all have trials in life.
This latest, rather drawn out trial has been dragging me down, lately. And, with not being able to drive to even go worship my Lord on this, His special day, didn't make me feel any better.
In fact, it would be factual to say that this weekend, I feel it came to a head. Like the 'I' of the storm.
The good news is, that I recognized the need for me to be fed. And, I'm not referring to human, physical food.
I recognized the need to be spiritually fed.
Not yet being able to drive, I realized I couldn't physically go worship anywhere. I thought about finding a pastor to listen to, possibly on Facebook (fb). I've come to realize there are some great preacher/teachers on fb. But, in addition, there are some that I would say were wishy-washy.
What I needed was spiritual encouragement. I needed to be fed, since it had been a long time since I have been able to actually worship with a church family.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The man of God, who was my previous pastor and who pastors Bloomfield Hills Baptist Church, in Michigan, USA, has sermons on his church's website. It only took me a few seconds to locate the site. Immediately, I found the media page and looked at what sermons were posted there.
Lord, I knew it could only have come from You!
My eyes were immediately drawn to Pastor Donald McKay's sermon: The 'I' of the Storm: http://www.bloomfieldchurch.org/interact/audio/i-storm
Ahhhh... yes!
It did me good to listen to Pastor Don preaching/teaching God's Word. But of even more importance, was the encouragement it gave me.
The inspiration I needed, arrived. It's not like I didn't know what was being said. I already knew and relied upon His Word, while in the midst of the storms of life. But, sometimes we all need to be refreshed.
This reminded me of Psalm 138:7, "Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me."
Thank You, Lord! Thank You, for your Word. And, thank You, for the great men of God, who preach/teach Your children.
If you are feeling the need for encouragement, or to be spiritually fed, please know that the sermon I listened to may be of help to you. The site is available to all.
Remember that Jesus loves you... and so do I.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
This morning, I awoke rather tired. Realizing I didn't really want to get up, I tried to relax and return to sleep. But, it didn't happen.
Once up, but not running, I recognized that I was feeling rather low in spirit. No, it wasn't due to seeing that it had snowed through the night! Just so you know, it disappeared before noon. Thank You, Lord!
As I'm sure you're aware, I've been going through a rather extensive trial of life. Yes, I know. We all have trials in life.
This latest, rather drawn out trial has been dragging me down, lately. And, with not being able to drive to even go worship my Lord on this, His special day, didn't make me feel any better.
In fact, it would be factual to say that this weekend, I feel it came to a head. Like the 'I' of the storm.
The good news is, that I recognized the need for me to be fed. And, I'm not referring to human, physical food.
I recognized the need to be spiritually fed.
Not yet being able to drive, I realized I couldn't physically go worship anywhere. I thought about finding a pastor to listen to, possibly on Facebook (fb). I've come to realize there are some great preacher/teachers on fb. But, in addition, there are some that I would say were wishy-washy.
What I needed was spiritual encouragement. I needed to be fed, since it had been a long time since I have been able to actually worship with a church family.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The man of God, who was my previous pastor and who pastors Bloomfield Hills Baptist Church, in Michigan, USA, has sermons on his church's website. It only took me a few seconds to locate the site. Immediately, I found the media page and looked at what sermons were posted there.
Lord, I knew it could only have come from You!
My eyes were immediately drawn to Pastor Donald McKay's sermon: The 'I' of the Storm: http://www.bloomfieldchurch.org/interact/audio/i-storm
Ahhhh... yes!
It did me good to listen to Pastor Don preaching/teaching God's Word. But of even more importance, was the encouragement it gave me.
The inspiration I needed, arrived. It's not like I didn't know what was being said. I already knew and relied upon His Word, while in the midst of the storms of life. But, sometimes we all need to be refreshed.
This reminded me of Psalm 138:7, "Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me."
Thank You, Lord! Thank You, for your Word. And, thank You, for the great men of God, who preach/teach Your children.
If you are feeling the need for encouragement, or to be spiritually fed, please know that the sermon I listened to may be of help to you. The site is available to all.
Remember that Jesus loves you... and so do I.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, Life with Lynnie!
Today, is a special day.
It's Life with Lynnie's (LwL)
3rd
birthday!
Originally, my intention was
to write an entry
here in LwL,
every day.
As I had promised myself,
I did exactly that
until a few weeks ago,
when this site
stopped working.
Hopefully,
no further problems
will present themselves,
and I will
be able to continue
posting entries, daily.
Being able to post here again,
I truly feel blessed.
Thinking about feeling blessed,
I thought of
Jesus'
Sermon on the Mount.
Matthew 5:1-12,
"And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him:
And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying,
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you."
Thank you
to all
who have been
kind and supportive
of me
and
Life with Lynnie.
May God bless you!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, November 23, 2012
Black?
Hopefully, you aren't too confused about me posting Life with Lynnie (LwL) once again, here on blogspot.com.
As I've mentioned before, this site is my preferred choice. And, always has been. I just pray problems using the site won't happen, again!
Last night was one of those nights where I just couldn't sleep. Why this happens, I truly don't know.
Prayer doesn't seem to help. Nor, does thinking about Jesus. Or, thinking of the cross, as a friend suggested.
Once again, I found myself getting frustrated. So, up I got, again.
This time, I didn't watch a movie. I just watched Youtube videos and spent some time on Facebook (fb), before heading back to bed, a couple of hours, later.
Morning sure felt like it came early! That's probably because I didn't feel like I had enough sleep.
Even so, I got up when my alarm went off. Read the paper, and got ready to go out.
My daughter B picked me up. She, a friend of hers, T and my granddaughter were waiting for me at the van.
Off we went, to do a couple of errands I needed done. Of course, B and T also got some shopping done. Christmas shopping, that is!
Being Black Friday, I thought the stores we shopped at would be overrun with people. To my surprise, they weren't! I suppose this meant that the majority of those shopping today, must have gone across the border to USA, to shop.
Oh well, it made it good for us!
While in one store, I ran into a friend of my deceased husband Gordon's, B. They had worked together, for many years. For the first time, I met B's wife, M.
B told me that he is battling cancer. My heart almost stopped. We discussed his health, treatment and more.
Sad feelings overwhelmed me. I tried to not burst into tears. After all, I would prefer to be supportive and not negative, especially with B fighting this battle.
Just thinking about how we face battles in life, made me think about 2 Chronicles 20:15, "And he said, Hearken ye, all Judah, and ye inhabitants of Jerusalem, and thou king Jehoshaphat, Thus saith the Lord unto you, Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God's."
Of course, from a human perspective, letting go of the problem as serious as B is facing, isn't easy.
One of the reasons I was saddened wasn't just because of B's situation. After all, anyone who is a child of God, and who reads and understands their Bible, and who is truly trusting in the Lord, would know that the battle isn't ours. It's God's.
And, if they were saved, they would know where they were going, if their life ended sooner than they hoped.
For me, it is far more important that B obtain salvation, if he isn't already saved. Since God is not part of his life currently, only God knows if he is saved.
Still, prayer is important.
I let B and his wife know that I will pray for him... and them. If the spirit leads you, please join me in prayer. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I've mentioned before, this site is my preferred choice. And, always has been. I just pray problems using the site won't happen, again!
Last night was one of those nights where I just couldn't sleep. Why this happens, I truly don't know.
Prayer doesn't seem to help. Nor, does thinking about Jesus. Or, thinking of the cross, as a friend suggested.
Once again, I found myself getting frustrated. So, up I got, again.
This time, I didn't watch a movie. I just watched Youtube videos and spent some time on Facebook (fb), before heading back to bed, a couple of hours, later.
Morning sure felt like it came early! That's probably because I didn't feel like I had enough sleep.
Even so, I got up when my alarm went off. Read the paper, and got ready to go out.
My daughter B picked me up. She, a friend of hers, T and my granddaughter were waiting for me at the van.
Off we went, to do a couple of errands I needed done. Of course, B and T also got some shopping done. Christmas shopping, that is!
Being Black Friday, I thought the stores we shopped at would be overrun with people. To my surprise, they weren't! I suppose this meant that the majority of those shopping today, must have gone across the border to USA, to shop.
Oh well, it made it good for us!
While in one store, I ran into a friend of my deceased husband Gordon's, B. They had worked together, for many years. For the first time, I met B's wife, M.
B told me that he is battling cancer. My heart almost stopped. We discussed his health, treatment and more.
Sad feelings overwhelmed me. I tried to not burst into tears. After all, I would prefer to be supportive and not negative, especially with B fighting this battle.
Just thinking about how we face battles in life, made me think about 2 Chronicles 20:15, "And he said, Hearken ye, all Judah, and ye inhabitants of Jerusalem, and thou king Jehoshaphat, Thus saith the Lord unto you, Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God's."
Of course, from a human perspective, letting go of the problem as serious as B is facing, isn't easy.
One of the reasons I was saddened wasn't just because of B's situation. After all, anyone who is a child of God, and who reads and understands their Bible, and who is truly trusting in the Lord, would know that the battle isn't ours. It's God's.
And, if they were saved, they would know where they were going, if their life ended sooner than they hoped.
For me, it is far more important that B obtain salvation, if he isn't already saved. Since God is not part of his life currently, only God knows if he is saved.
Still, prayer is important.
I let B and his wife know that I will pray for him... and them. If the spirit leads you, please join me in prayer. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thankful!
Don't have heart failure, please! Yes, Life with Lynnie (LwL) is being posted today, on the previous blogspot.com site! More about this, another time! :)
A couple of days ago, I went to the blog.com site and tried to make a new posting, as I do daily. To my surprise, I had trouble saving what I had written.
Yes, it needs to be saved, in order to preview what's been written. Besides, if anything went wrong, I'd lose all I had written, if it wasn't saved.
When I clicked to save my writing, I got a message saying the server was busy. This happened time and time, again.
Even when I went offline and tried again later, I kept getting the same message and couldn't even access my blog site!
Hmmm... where had I seen this, before? Oh, yes! On my blogspot.com site! The one I used up until October, when I couldn't access any functions on the site.
Feeling rather upset, I decided to take a look at the old blogspot.com site. When I say I was shocked, I mean it. Truly, I was shocked!
To my surprise, blogger had gotten my site working, again!
At first, I wasn't sure whether or not to use it. In the end, I decided to not take a chance on it. At least, until I was able to check it out further, and make sure all was functioning well.
Today, I once again reviewed LwL's back office. I believe it is working well. At least, I hope so!
It's not that I didn't like blog.com. I did. And, I liked the set up they used. However, there were things I didn't like.
Hmmm... like not being able to post any photos. Not even of myself! Nor could I figure out how to create a menu on that site, or do any of the things that seem so simple here on blogger!
With today being Thanksgiving day in USA, and knowing I enjoy posting pics on such occasions, I thought I would give it a go once again, here on blogspot.com
To all my American friends, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!
There is so much to be thankful for!
Not just family. And friends. Not just for the freedom enjoyed, thanks to those who have given of themselves to protect freedom. Not just for celebrating a meal, whether alone or together with others.
Of even greater importance, is the fact that God saved us. I am referring to those who were not just called, but were chosen.
He made His plan of redemption for us. So that, whosoever calls upon the name of His Son, Jesus Christ, shall be saved.
Thinking about this, brought to mind Acts 16:31, "And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."
What more could we ask for? Nothing.
By trusting in Jesus, we are assured eternal life with God, in heaven. Hallelujah!
On this special day, and indeed every day, let each of us be thankful!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
To review recent previous entries, please visit: Life with Lynnie www.2lynnmc.blog.com
A couple of days ago, I went to the blog.com site and tried to make a new posting, as I do daily. To my surprise, I had trouble saving what I had written.
Yes, it needs to be saved, in order to preview what's been written. Besides, if anything went wrong, I'd lose all I had written, if it wasn't saved.
When I clicked to save my writing, I got a message saying the server was busy. This happened time and time, again.
Even when I went offline and tried again later, I kept getting the same message and couldn't even access my blog site!
Hmmm... where had I seen this, before? Oh, yes! On my blogspot.com site! The one I used up until October, when I couldn't access any functions on the site.
Feeling rather upset, I decided to take a look at the old blogspot.com site. When I say I was shocked, I mean it. Truly, I was shocked!
To my surprise, blogger had gotten my site working, again!
At first, I wasn't sure whether or not to use it. In the end, I decided to not take a chance on it. At least, until I was able to check it out further, and make sure all was functioning well.
Today, I once again reviewed LwL's back office. I believe it is working well. At least, I hope so!
It's not that I didn't like blog.com. I did. And, I liked the set up they used. However, there were things I didn't like.
Hmmm... like not being able to post any photos. Not even of myself! Nor could I figure out how to create a menu on that site, or do any of the things that seem so simple here on blogger!
With today being Thanksgiving day in USA, and knowing I enjoy posting pics on such occasions, I thought I would give it a go once again, here on blogspot.com
To all my American friends, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!
There is so much to be thankful for!
Not just family. And friends. Not just for the freedom enjoyed, thanks to those who have given of themselves to protect freedom. Not just for celebrating a meal, whether alone or together with others.
Of even greater importance, is the fact that God saved us. I am referring to those who were not just called, but were chosen.
He made His plan of redemption for us. So that, whosoever calls upon the name of His Son, Jesus Christ, shall be saved.
Thinking about this, brought to mind Acts 16:31, "And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."
What more could we ask for? Nothing.
By trusting in Jesus, we are assured eternal life with God, in heaven. Hallelujah!
On this special day, and indeed every day, let each of us be thankful!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
To review recent previous entries, please visit: Life with Lynnie www.2lynnmc.blog.com
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thankful...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com on November 22/12, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Thankful…
Hello! For today’s entry, please go to Life with Lynnie or click on this link: www.2lynnmc.blogspot.com
After this site didn’t work the other day, I checked on the previous page which had not been working, only to find that it was indeed working, once again.
While I like blog.com, I have found this site more difficult to use. And, I have not been able to figure out how to add photos, etc.
So today, since blogger has now fixed the old site, I made the decision to use www.2lynnmc.blogspot.com for today’s entry.
Thank you for your patience. Blessings…
Thankful…
Hello! For today’s entry, please go to Life with Lynnie or click on this link: www.2lynnmc.blogspot.com
After this site didn’t work the other day, I checked on the previous page which had not been working, only to find that it was indeed working, once again.
While I like blog.com, I have found this site more difficult to use. And, I have not been able to figure out how to add photos, etc.
So today, since blogger has now fixed the old site, I made the decision to use www.2lynnmc.blogspot.com for today’s entry.
Thank you for your patience. Blessings…
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Love...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com on November 21/12, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Love…
Here is the posting I tried to make, yesterday. For some reason… ‘blog.com’ wasn’t working properly, and I couldn’t post it.
If you’ve read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you’ll know that I often have trouble sleeping.
Last night, I barely slept. Less than four (4) hours!
It wasn’t because I slept during the day yesterday, because I didn’t. There are just times when I feel so very tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. Until I climb into bed.
Then… boing! I am awake!
The longer I lay there unable to drift off, the more frustrated I get. Eventually, I get up!
Once out of bed last night, I watched a movie. Terms of Endearment, starring Jack Nicholson, Shirley MacLaine and Debra Winger.
Believe it or not, I had never seen it, before! I found it to be a great movie.
But, it sure made tears flow down my cheeks.
I know. I know. It’s just a movie. Still, it is a reflection upon real life.
And, let’s face it. Life isn’t easy. It’s hard. Even for a Christian, like me. Once again, I must say that it bewilders me how anyone can make it through this life, without Jesus!
When my alarm rang this morning, I got up. Just after I read the paper and did the puzzles, I got a call from my daughter, B.
She made herself available to help me take some copies of my book to my friend W’s home.
Last year, W held an Avon Open House. She had invited me and a few others who baked or made items, to join her. I offered copies of my book for sale. And, was happy God had provided for me. I sold 10 copies, there! Thank you, W!
This year, W is doing this again this upcoming Saturday. And again, she invited me to join her.
Unfortunately, since I recently overdid it, sitting at the women’s conference, and since I still cannot drive, I let W know that I could not participate.
W, suggested I drop off signed copies of my book to her. This is what my daughter B helped me do, today. Thank you, B!
If you’re in the area, and would like to obtain a copy of Love Never Fails You… or, if you’d like to attend the Avon Open House, please drop by 10260 Eastcourt Dr., Windsor, ON between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. on Saturday, November 24th.
Just so you know, if you can’t attend, but would like information on how to obtain a copy of Love Never Fails You… click on the following links: www.lynniebooks.blogspot.com or http://www.amazon.com/Love-Never-Fails-You-McKenzie/dp/1613798105.
Throughout the day, I thought about the Christian love I have received from W. Thank you, W! She has been such a good friend, and supportive of me. I feel blessed.
This reminded me of 1 John 4:7-8, “Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.”
I am truly thankful for the Christian love I have received from W and others. Including you, friend.
May God bless you.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Love…
Here is the posting I tried to make, yesterday. For some reason… ‘blog.com’ wasn’t working properly, and I couldn’t post it.
If you’ve read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you’ll know that I often have trouble sleeping.
Last night, I barely slept. Less than four (4) hours!
It wasn’t because I slept during the day yesterday, because I didn’t. There are just times when I feel so very tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. Until I climb into bed.
Then… boing! I am awake!
The longer I lay there unable to drift off, the more frustrated I get. Eventually, I get up!
Once out of bed last night, I watched a movie. Terms of Endearment, starring Jack Nicholson, Shirley MacLaine and Debra Winger.
Believe it or not, I had never seen it, before! I found it to be a great movie.
But, it sure made tears flow down my cheeks.
I know. I know. It’s just a movie. Still, it is a reflection upon real life.
And, let’s face it. Life isn’t easy. It’s hard. Even for a Christian, like me. Once again, I must say that it bewilders me how anyone can make it through this life, without Jesus!
When my alarm rang this morning, I got up. Just after I read the paper and did the puzzles, I got a call from my daughter, B.
She made herself available to help me take some copies of my book to my friend W’s home.
Last year, W held an Avon Open House. She had invited me and a few others who baked or made items, to join her. I offered copies of my book for sale. And, was happy God had provided for me. I sold 10 copies, there! Thank you, W!
This year, W is doing this again this upcoming Saturday. And again, she invited me to join her.
Unfortunately, since I recently overdid it, sitting at the women’s conference, and since I still cannot drive, I let W know that I could not participate.
W, suggested I drop off signed copies of my book to her. This is what my daughter B helped me do, today. Thank you, B!
If you’re in the area, and would like to obtain a copy of Love Never Fails You… or, if you’d like to attend the Avon Open House, please drop by 10260 Eastcourt Dr., Windsor, ON between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. on Saturday, November 24th.
Just so you know, if you can’t attend, but would like information on how to obtain a copy of Love Never Fails You… click on the following links: www.lynniebooks.blogspot.com or http://www.amazon.com/Love-Never-Fails-You-McKenzie/dp/1613798105.
Throughout the day, I thought about the Christian love I have received from W. Thank you, W! She has been such a good friend, and supportive of me. I feel blessed.
This reminded me of 1 John 4:7-8, “Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.”
I am truly thankful for the Christian love I have received from W and others. Including you, friend.
May God bless you.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Monday, November 19, 2012
Seeking & Finding...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Seeking & Finding…
Anyone reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) knows that a nurse comes to clean and change the dressing on my still partly-opened and infected incision.
Last Saturday, my regular nurse was off, so a replacement visited me. I had met her, previously. But, with seeing so many people herself, she didn’t really recall the condition of my incision from her past visit.
She told me that it looked like my incision was trying to heal. This sounded good to me!
Since my nursing care is now every second (2nd) day, my regular nurse visited, today. She’s such a nice person. I’m grateful to have her as my nurse.
When she removed the dressing, I actually cried out in pain. It hurt, terribly.
She commented that it looked like the swelled area, was larger. More swelling. I agreed with her. Even though I cannot really see the wound area, unless I look in a mirror, it felt to me like I was more swollen.
Yet, she told me it looks like my body is trying to heal.
How strange is this! She commented that it almost seems that something more may be wrong with me, inside. Apparently, when this is the case, the surface wound area usually doesn’t want to heal.
We discussed the fact that I have now been taking my vitamins, just more than a couple of weeks. I believe in my heart that they have been boosting my immune system. Thus, encouraging healing of the surface wound, ever since.
The vitamins and minerals I take are not obtained in any drug store.
The products and company was developed by a physician. As a user of their products, I can even contact them and speak with a medical or research physician, if necessary.
Once, when my now deceased husband Gordon and I began taking them, I actually did contact them. And, was shocked that a researcher gave me information I requested.
Since they are not found in stores, I have a prearranged order that is automatically shipped to me, at home, monthly. And, since the time when I first began taking them, my general health has improved.
For this, I will always be thankful. Thank You, Lord… for providing these for me, to improve my quality of life.
When God provides healing, it is sometimes a miracle healing. But most often, the healing comes through physicians, medications and treatments.
Since everything in my life comes from my Lord, I look to Him… in all things. Including my healing.
This reminded me of 1 Chronicles 16:11, “Seek the Lord and his strength, seek his face continually.”
That’s what I do. I seek and rely on God’s strength.
And, He provides it. I know that within myself, I can do nothing, but through Him, all things are possible.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Seeking & Finding…
Anyone reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) knows that a nurse comes to clean and change the dressing on my still partly-opened and infected incision.
Last Saturday, my regular nurse was off, so a replacement visited me. I had met her, previously. But, with seeing so many people herself, she didn’t really recall the condition of my incision from her past visit.
She told me that it looked like my incision was trying to heal. This sounded good to me!
Since my nursing care is now every second (2nd) day, my regular nurse visited, today. She’s such a nice person. I’m grateful to have her as my nurse.
When she removed the dressing, I actually cried out in pain. It hurt, terribly.
She commented that it looked like the swelled area, was larger. More swelling. I agreed with her. Even though I cannot really see the wound area, unless I look in a mirror, it felt to me like I was more swollen.
Yet, she told me it looks like my body is trying to heal.
How strange is this! She commented that it almost seems that something more may be wrong with me, inside. Apparently, when this is the case, the surface wound area usually doesn’t want to heal.
We discussed the fact that I have now been taking my vitamins, just more than a couple of weeks. I believe in my heart that they have been boosting my immune system. Thus, encouraging healing of the surface wound, ever since.
The vitamins and minerals I take are not obtained in any drug store.
The products and company was developed by a physician. As a user of their products, I can even contact them and speak with a medical or research physician, if necessary.
Once, when my now deceased husband Gordon and I began taking them, I actually did contact them. And, was shocked that a researcher gave me information I requested.
Since they are not found in stores, I have a prearranged order that is automatically shipped to me, at home, monthly. And, since the time when I first began taking them, my general health has improved.
For this, I will always be thankful. Thank You, Lord… for providing these for me, to improve my quality of life.
When God provides healing, it is sometimes a miracle healing. But most often, the healing comes through physicians, medications and treatments.
Since everything in my life comes from my Lord, I look to Him… in all things. Including my healing.
This reminded me of 1 Chronicles 16:11, “Seek the Lord and his strength, seek his face continually.”
That’s what I do. I seek and rely on God’s strength.
And, He provides it. I know that within myself, I can do nothing, but through Him, all things are possible.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The Pain of Letting Go...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
The Pain of Letting Go…
Some Facebook (FB) friends let me know they were upset I had left them hanging, in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.
While we may have met on FB, they are real life friends. And, I want to apologize to them. Lol!
As I wrote, I had trouble opening my binder.
It is a stretchable (almost girdle-like) item that is meant to put pressure on the abdomen, to keep all one’s innards in place, during the healing process after abdominal surgery. It has a velcro closure system.
Whenever I showered, I would stretch it out, and step out of it. Doing the reverse to put it back on.
But, knowing an adjustment was necessary, I needed to open and reset it.
I struggled, tugging, pulling both with tears and without, in an effort open it. After praying, close to an hour later, I finally did it. With God’s help!
It opened. My hand stretched out, almost hitting my bed, from the force of pressure behind the tug. That’s when I recalled what had happened when I was in hospital.
While on morphine for pain, a nurse came in to check on my incision. Although I cannot recall how long after my surgery, it was definitely the first time my incision was checked on.
Why do I say this?
The nurse had the same trouble I had at home. She could not open the binder. The velcro closure was so tight, it wouldn’t open.
With her left hand pulling and her right hand pushing, she stretched the binder as much as possible in an effort to release it. As she made progress, she adjusted her grip.
Eventually, the velcro let go. Her left hand went up. But, her right hand went down.
Right into the area of my incision.
Yes, I felt the punch in my abdomen. Yet, I didn’t yell very loudly. The pressure was tremendous, but the morphine kept the pain under control.
She apologized; I forgave her. It was, after all, an accident.
Lying flat on the bed, I couldn’t see my incision. But, the nurse insisted it looked okay.
After this, my binder was never again opened while I was in hospital; or, even at home. Instead, it was pulled up, out of the way, so the dressing could be changed, without having a painful instant replay.
I’m not sure if the surgeon ever heard about that incident. And, I’m not sure if it has had any bearing upon why I haven’t healed in that particular area.
But, God knows the truth. He knows the reality of the situation. After all, He is omniscient (all knowing).
And, He told us in Hebrews 4:13, “Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.”
Dear Heavenly Father, we come to You, because You are our awesome God, who is in control of all things. You know the end from the beginning, and You know what has prevented my body from healing, properly. We pray it is Your will that I be healed, totally. Without any further surgery. We know Your will is always done. And Father, if anyone we know is unhealthy and requires healing, we pray that it is Your will to provide them with total, restorative healing, as well. We thank You for this, and pray this in Jesus’ precious name. Amen.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
The Pain of Letting Go…
Some Facebook (FB) friends let me know they were upset I had left them hanging, in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.
While we may have met on FB, they are real life friends. And, I want to apologize to them. Lol!
As I wrote, I had trouble opening my binder.
It is a stretchable (almost girdle-like) item that is meant to put pressure on the abdomen, to keep all one’s innards in place, during the healing process after abdominal surgery. It has a velcro closure system.
Whenever I showered, I would stretch it out, and step out of it. Doing the reverse to put it back on.
But, knowing an adjustment was necessary, I needed to open and reset it.
I struggled, tugging, pulling both with tears and without, in an effort open it. After praying, close to an hour later, I finally did it. With God’s help!
It opened. My hand stretched out, almost hitting my bed, from the force of pressure behind the tug. That’s when I recalled what had happened when I was in hospital.
While on morphine for pain, a nurse came in to check on my incision. Although I cannot recall how long after my surgery, it was definitely the first time my incision was checked on.
Why do I say this?
The nurse had the same trouble I had at home. She could not open the binder. The velcro closure was so tight, it wouldn’t open.
With her left hand pulling and her right hand pushing, she stretched the binder as much as possible in an effort to release it. As she made progress, she adjusted her grip.
Eventually, the velcro let go. Her left hand went up. But, her right hand went down.
Right into the area of my incision.
Yes, I felt the punch in my abdomen. Yet, I didn’t yell very loudly. The pressure was tremendous, but the morphine kept the pain under control.
She apologized; I forgave her. It was, after all, an accident.
Lying flat on the bed, I couldn’t see my incision. But, the nurse insisted it looked okay.
After this, my binder was never again opened while I was in hospital; or, even at home. Instead, it was pulled up, out of the way, so the dressing could be changed, without having a painful instant replay.
I’m not sure if the surgeon ever heard about that incident. And, I’m not sure if it has had any bearing upon why I haven’t healed in that particular area.
But, God knows the truth. He knows the reality of the situation. After all, He is omniscient (all knowing).
And, He told us in Hebrews 4:13, “Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.”
Dear Heavenly Father, we come to You, because You are our awesome God, who is in control of all things. You know the end from the beginning, and You know what has prevented my body from healing, properly. We pray it is Your will that I be healed, totally. Without any further surgery. We know Your will is always done. And Father, if anyone we know is unhealthy and requires healing, we pray that it is Your will to provide them with total, restorative healing, as well. We thank You for this, and pray this in Jesus’ precious name. Amen.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Strength...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Strength…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I am truly thankful that it looks like my healing may be taking place, finally.
Part of me has to wonder if it is because the vitamins I began taking once again are boosting my immune system, allowing my body to heal. Only God knows. But, I am grateful, no matter the case!
There was something else my nurse and I discussed. It is something that happened to me while I was in hospital. Just a few days after my surgery.
To be honest, since the incision itself seemed to be okay at the time, I never really gave it another thought. Until this week.
We had discussed the swelling and the redish-purple colour of the skin around the opened and infected part of my incision. And, we discussed the fact that I had to readjust the binder I have to wear 24/7, except when I shower.
As I was explaining to my nurse, it took me close to an hour, just to get the binder opened up.
On my last visit to the surgeon, he had suggested I needed to adjust it. And, on several occasions, I tried. But, didn’t have the strength.
The other day I realized that I absolutely had to do it. What good was having it too loose; it needed to be tightened.
Try as I did, over and over, I just could not get it opened.
Tears didn’t help. But, prayer did. I prayed God would do this for me. That He would give me the strength needed to open it.
You see, due to the difficulty of opening the binder, it doesn’t get undone. Instead, it’s lifted up and away from where I need nursing care, so the nurse can access.
Eventually, it came apart. It took every bit of strength I had. But, God helped me. Thank You, Lord!
Just thinking how God helped me, brought to mind Psalm 121:2, “My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.”
Yes, He gave me strength. But, as I said, He also reminded me of something that happened while I was in hospital.
Unfortunately, it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Strength…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I am truly thankful that it looks like my healing may be taking place, finally.
Part of me has to wonder if it is because the vitamins I began taking once again are boosting my immune system, allowing my body to heal. Only God knows. But, I am grateful, no matter the case!
There was something else my nurse and I discussed. It is something that happened to me while I was in hospital. Just a few days after my surgery.
To be honest, since the incision itself seemed to be okay at the time, I never really gave it another thought. Until this week.
We had discussed the swelling and the redish-purple colour of the skin around the opened and infected part of my incision. And, we discussed the fact that I had to readjust the binder I have to wear 24/7, except when I shower.
As I was explaining to my nurse, it took me close to an hour, just to get the binder opened up.
On my last visit to the surgeon, he had suggested I needed to adjust it. And, on several occasions, I tried. But, didn’t have the strength.
The other day I realized that I absolutely had to do it. What good was having it too loose; it needed to be tightened.
Try as I did, over and over, I just could not get it opened.
Tears didn’t help. But, prayer did. I prayed God would do this for me. That He would give me the strength needed to open it.
You see, due to the difficulty of opening the binder, it doesn’t get undone. Instead, it’s lifted up and away from where I need nursing care, so the nurse can access.
Eventually, it came apart. It took every bit of strength I had. But, God helped me. Thank You, Lord!
Just thinking how God helped me, brought to mind Psalm 121:2, “My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.”
Yes, He gave me strength. But, as I said, He also reminded me of something that happened while I was in hospital.
Unfortunately, it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thoughts...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Thoughts…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I experienced extra pain from Saturday to Monday, due to me overdoing it, physically.
By the time my nurse arrived on Tuesday, I felt improved.
When she uncovered my incision, she cut off a hanging bit of either skin or dried infection. Then, she wiped some of the infection onto a pad and showed it to me.
I was asked if I thought the colour looked greenish. I replied that I did think so. And, sort of cringed when I commented that I didn’t think it looked good. She agreed.
My nurse also said that I shouldn’t worry too much. If it wasn’t improved by the next time she would see me, then she may have to use vinegar or some medication to change the situation.
Apparently, this can happen if an immune system is compromised.
Hmmm… I reminded her that my immune system is compromised. After all, I have Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a rare Rheumatoid arthritic condition that has caused me to almost lose my eye in the past.
What many people don’t realize is that AS is an auto-immune disease, along the lines of MS or Lupus.
After she redressed my open, infected incision and left, I got on my computer.
Yes, she was right. The green tone to the infection might be due to that. However, I also read that it could also be from vitamins.
Vitamins?!
While sick, I couldn’t keep them down. In hospital and afterwards while taking antibiotics, I could not use them. But, a couple weeks ago, I began taking them, once again.
Believe me when I say I prayed that it was the vitamins causing the greenish tinge, and not any other sort of health problem.
While I prayed and tried to not worry, I am after all only human. Every time I began to think negatively about the greenish tinge, I reminded myself of God’s Word.
Matthew 6:31-32 says, “Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, Whatshall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.”
Drawing on His Word, helps me, immensely. Always. But, especially in the midst of a trial. After all, He knows my needs. And, yours.
The good news is, that when my nurse returned Thursday, she told me the greenish tone was gone. And, she was shocked to see that it looked like my incision was trying to heal.
Thank You, Lord!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thoughts…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I experienced extra pain from Saturday to Monday, due to me overdoing it, physically.
By the time my nurse arrived on Tuesday, I felt improved.
When she uncovered my incision, she cut off a hanging bit of either skin or dried infection. Then, she wiped some of the infection onto a pad and showed it to me.
I was asked if I thought the colour looked greenish. I replied that I did think so. And, sort of cringed when I commented that I didn’t think it looked good. She agreed.
My nurse also said that I shouldn’t worry too much. If it wasn’t improved by the next time she would see me, then she may have to use vinegar or some medication to change the situation.
Apparently, this can happen if an immune system is compromised.
Hmmm… I reminded her that my immune system is compromised. After all, I have Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a rare Rheumatoid arthritic condition that has caused me to almost lose my eye in the past.
What many people don’t realize is that AS is an auto-immune disease, along the lines of MS or Lupus.
After she redressed my open, infected incision and left, I got on my computer.
Yes, she was right. The green tone to the infection might be due to that. However, I also read that it could also be from vitamins.
Vitamins?!
While sick, I couldn’t keep them down. In hospital and afterwards while taking antibiotics, I could not use them. But, a couple weeks ago, I began taking them, once again.
Believe me when I say I prayed that it was the vitamins causing the greenish tinge, and not any other sort of health problem.
While I prayed and tried to not worry, I am after all only human. Every time I began to think negatively about the greenish tinge, I reminded myself of God’s Word.
Matthew 6:31-32 says, “Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, Whatshall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.”
Drawing on His Word, helps me, immensely. Always. But, especially in the midst of a trial. After all, He knows my needs. And, yours.
The good news is, that when my nurse returned Thursday, she told me the greenish tone was gone. And, she was shocked to see that it looked like my incision was trying to heal.
Thank You, Lord!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Worth It?!
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Worth It?!
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I sort of overdid things, last Saturday.
It was worth it. But, I sure paid the price, later.
In addition to having to take more pain medication, I found it difficult to sit up. So, I rested in bed for a while. And, reclined in my livingroom chair.
Sunday came and went.
Being Remembrance Day, it was an important day for me. I enjoyed watching the ceremony in Ottawa (Canada’s capital city), on television (tv).
By Monday, I felt like I was on the mend. My pain level was once again, reduced. I praised God!
Late in the afternoon, my daughter B called me.
Previously, I had told her how I felt badly that I hadn’t been out to the cemetary. Not because I hadn’t visited my now deceased husband, Gordon’s grave, due to not being able to drive, yet.
Usually, after our Canadian Thanksgiving, I go and place a wreath at his grave. And, I place a floral arrangement on the grave of his parents. These remain at their grave sites until spring.
Knowing I hadn’t done this, I had mentioned that once we have a heavy frost, it would be too late for me to place them, since the ground would be too hard.
So, B had called me to say she was picking me up. The plan was to take me to the cemetary, so I could do what I needed to do.
I was happy, yet worried about overdoing things, again.
After getting ready, I unpacked the displays from the storage unit on my balcony. This meant doing some bending and lifting that I really shouldn’t do.
Once my grandson J arrived to help me, we loaded B’s van and off we went. By the time we arrived at the grave sites, it was dark.
Of course, cemetaries are not lit, so when I say it was dark, I really mean it!
J and I made our way to the graves. B stayed in the van with her two (2) year old daughter, A; my granddaughter.
We used B’s cell phone to give us light, because I had forgotten to bring a flashlight. This made things a little complicated. But, we managed.
Not without more bending, and having to use some strength to install the arrangements. Well, I’m sure you probably realize, that afterwards, I was hurting, again.
But, it was worth it, to me.
This brought to mind Romans 8:18, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”
Since then, my pain levels have been up and down. Sort of like being on a roller-coaster.
But, I am grateful to God, for helping me do what my heart felt needed to be done. Now, I will continue to rest and take it easy. Pray. And, read my Bible.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Worth It?!
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I sort of overdid things, last Saturday.
It was worth it. But, I sure paid the price, later.
In addition to having to take more pain medication, I found it difficult to sit up. So, I rested in bed for a while. And, reclined in my livingroom chair.
Sunday came and went.
Being Remembrance Day, it was an important day for me. I enjoyed watching the ceremony in Ottawa (Canada’s capital city), on television (tv).
By Monday, I felt like I was on the mend. My pain level was once again, reduced. I praised God!
Late in the afternoon, my daughter B called me.
Previously, I had told her how I felt badly that I hadn’t been out to the cemetary. Not because I hadn’t visited my now deceased husband, Gordon’s grave, due to not being able to drive, yet.
Usually, after our Canadian Thanksgiving, I go and place a wreath at his grave. And, I place a floral arrangement on the grave of his parents. These remain at their grave sites until spring.
Knowing I hadn’t done this, I had mentioned that once we have a heavy frost, it would be too late for me to place them, since the ground would be too hard.
So, B had called me to say she was picking me up. The plan was to take me to the cemetary, so I could do what I needed to do.
I was happy, yet worried about overdoing things, again.
After getting ready, I unpacked the displays from the storage unit on my balcony. This meant doing some bending and lifting that I really shouldn’t do.
Once my grandson J arrived to help me, we loaded B’s van and off we went. By the time we arrived at the grave sites, it was dark.
Of course, cemetaries are not lit, so when I say it was dark, I really mean it!
J and I made our way to the graves. B stayed in the van with her two (2) year old daughter, A; my granddaughter.
We used B’s cell phone to give us light, because I had forgotten to bring a flashlight. This made things a little complicated. But, we managed.
Not without more bending, and having to use some strength to install the arrangements. Well, I’m sure you probably realize, that afterwards, I was hurting, again.
But, it was worth it, to me.
This brought to mind Romans 8:18, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”
Since then, my pain levels have been up and down. Sort of like being on a roller-coaster.
But, I am grateful to God, for helping me do what my heart felt needed to be done. Now, I will continue to rest and take it easy. Pray. And, read my Bible.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Fellowship!
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Fellowship!
It’s been a while since I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about my comings and goings.
As you know, since I am still recovering from major surgery, I haven’t really done much, other than attend doctor’s appointments. At least until last Saturday.
The 10th of November was when the Women of Influence conference was held.
A few months ago, I was invited to work on the committee arranging the conference. And, I did. Until I got sick and had the surgery. Then, I had to step down.
Some women I knew were to be there. But, one (1) friend had a ticket and she didn’t know anyone attending.
Not wanting my friend M to go alone, for I didn’t think she would, I decided to take a chance, and join her. Besides, if we didn’t attend, it would have been a waste for both of us.
M agreed to pick me up and drive me to the conference, about a five (5) minute drive from where I live. We arrived at the centre, got signed in and took a seat at a rear table. This way, if we needed to leave early, we wouldn’t make any disturbance.
Along with me, I had a fold-up lawn chair. When I felt pain from being seated upright too long, I slightly reclined in the chair we brought.
Of course, I did have to take something for pain.
Truly, I was happy I had gone with M. Another friend C and a friend of hers joined us at our table. It seemed all had a wonderful time!
The speakers were great. So, was the music. And, the food.
But, to me, the fellowship was the best!
This reminded me of Philippians 2:1-2, “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.”
God told us to have fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ. And, we certainly did, that day. And not just by having a fun time. Rather, by being consoled and supported by those whose messages offered encouragement.
Thank You, Lord!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Fellowship!
It’s been a while since I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about my comings and goings.
As you know, since I am still recovering from major surgery, I haven’t really done much, other than attend doctor’s appointments. At least until last Saturday.
The 10th of November was when the Women of Influence conference was held.
A few months ago, I was invited to work on the committee arranging the conference. And, I did. Until I got sick and had the surgery. Then, I had to step down.
Some women I knew were to be there. But, one (1) friend had a ticket and she didn’t know anyone attending.
Not wanting my friend M to go alone, for I didn’t think she would, I decided to take a chance, and join her. Besides, if we didn’t attend, it would have been a waste for both of us.
M agreed to pick me up and drive me to the conference, about a five (5) minute drive from where I live. We arrived at the centre, got signed in and took a seat at a rear table. This way, if we needed to leave early, we wouldn’t make any disturbance.
Along with me, I had a fold-up lawn chair. When I felt pain from being seated upright too long, I slightly reclined in the chair we brought.
Of course, I did have to take something for pain.
Truly, I was happy I had gone with M. Another friend C and a friend of hers joined us at our table. It seemed all had a wonderful time!
The speakers were great. So, was the music. And, the food.
But, to me, the fellowship was the best!
This reminded me of Philippians 2:1-2, “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.”
God told us to have fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ. And, we certainly did, that day. And not just by having a fun time. Rather, by being consoled and supported by those whose messages offered encouragement.
Thank You, Lord!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Evil vs Good...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Evil vs Good…
Yesterday in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about how it did my heart good to see more and more people standing up and remembering. Jesus of course, but also our veterans and military who serve to protect us.
There were a few more Windsor Star articles that I was happy to read.
The following article is one about a house that I have actually seen in the past, when visiting Normandy’s Juno Beach in Courseulles-sur-Mer, where Canadians began to liberate Europe. While I’ve seen it at a distance, and wondered if it had been there in 1944, I never really knew anything about it.
On my next visit there, I’ll be sure to check it out: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/House+still+marks+Canada+heroism/7529164/story.html#ixzz2BrJcQ8e8
Talking about liberation, the following article was written by a man who lives in my city, but who had a memorable experience while living in Holland, during WW2: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Liberation+Dutch+will+never+forget/7522640/story.html#ixzz2BkTDRcB5
It makes me happy to know there are people like me, who believe we must be grateful for those who put their lives on the line for us. For our freedom. And, who also stand up for truth. God’s truth.
Just as Corrie ten Boom and her family did, in Haarlem, Netherlands.
As I’ve written in the past, my now-deceased husband Gordon and I visited the Ten Boom Museum. Hopefully, I will, again!
It is truly one of the best museums I have ever visited. Not just because it tells of the history of WW2 and the suffering people endured, but also because it is a Christian museum. One that actually gave a gospel message!
The volunteer who took us and an American couple through, showed us all the hiding places. She also said how thankful she and others were, in the past and still to that day, for the Canadians who liberated their area.
And, for the air-drops that were made. If you check out this site, you will see on segment of Bedroom #1, Scene 9, a glass-encased storage unit. It contains on the right side, one of the actual cans that were dropped by Canadians, to help those in the area.
Apparently, the cans contained food and medical supplies. This Christian volunteer told about how people were starving, because the Nazi’s had taken all their food.
No pets survived; they had been eaten. And, people were surviving by eating tulip bulbs.
Here is a link to Ten Boom Museum: http://tenboom.org/index.php It’s a great site; I hope you’ll check it out, and maybe even visit it, if you can.
Does this mean I am a supporter of war?
No. I’m not. But, I am a believer that we need to stand up for what is right. And, do all we can to wipe out evil.
Thinking about evil, I recalled Romans 12:21, “Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.”
In order to do this, we must fight evil. Do good. And, pray. Always.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Evil vs Good…
Yesterday in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about how it did my heart good to see more and more people standing up and remembering. Jesus of course, but also our veterans and military who serve to protect us.
There were a few more Windsor Star articles that I was happy to read.
The following article is one about a house that I have actually seen in the past, when visiting Normandy’s Juno Beach in Courseulles-sur-Mer, where Canadians began to liberate Europe. While I’ve seen it at a distance, and wondered if it had been there in 1944, I never really knew anything about it.
On my next visit there, I’ll be sure to check it out: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/House+still+marks+Canada+heroism/7529164/story.html#ixzz2BrJcQ8e8
Talking about liberation, the following article was written by a man who lives in my city, but who had a memorable experience while living in Holland, during WW2: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Liberation+Dutch+will+never+forget/7522640/story.html#ixzz2BkTDRcB5
It makes me happy to know there are people like me, who believe we must be grateful for those who put their lives on the line for us. For our freedom. And, who also stand up for truth. God’s truth.
Just as Corrie ten Boom and her family did, in Haarlem, Netherlands.
As I’ve written in the past, my now-deceased husband Gordon and I visited the Ten Boom Museum. Hopefully, I will, again!
It is truly one of the best museums I have ever visited. Not just because it tells of the history of WW2 and the suffering people endured, but also because it is a Christian museum. One that actually gave a gospel message!
The volunteer who took us and an American couple through, showed us all the hiding places. She also said how thankful she and others were, in the past and still to that day, for the Canadians who liberated their area.
And, for the air-drops that were made. If you check out this site, you will see on segment of Bedroom #1, Scene 9, a glass-encased storage unit. It contains on the right side, one of the actual cans that were dropped by Canadians, to help those in the area.
Apparently, the cans contained food and medical supplies. This Christian volunteer told about how people were starving, because the Nazi’s had taken all their food.
No pets survived; they had been eaten. And, people were surviving by eating tulip bulbs.
Here is a link to Ten Boom Museum: http://tenboom.org/index.php It’s a great site; I hope you’ll check it out, and maybe even visit it, if you can.
Does this mean I am a supporter of war?
No. I’m not. But, I am a believer that we need to stand up for what is right. And, do all we can to wipe out evil.
Thinking about evil, I recalled Romans 12:21, “Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.”
In order to do this, we must fight evil. Do good. And, pray. Always.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Monday, November 12, 2012
Stand Up!
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Stand up!
Yesterday, in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about remembering them. Jesus. Our veterans and those who protect our freedom.
In the past, on Remembrance Day, I attended ceremonies at the cenotaph in Windsor’s City Hall Square. I must admit, not every year. But, whenever I could, I did.
Since I cannot drive yet, I didn’t attend Sunday’s 11/11/11 ceremony.
In the past, there have been various sized crowds. Once, I was horrified at a small crowd who gathered to remember.
However, my heart skipped a beat when I found out that there was a huge group of people who attended this year.
The Windsor Star‘s headline read: Massive turnout brings veterans to tears. Here is a link for the article:
http://blogs.windsorstar.com/2012/11/11/massive-remembrance-day-turnout-moves-veterans/
Another article choked me up, Local ceremony honours veterans of Korean War: http://www.windsorstar.com/life/Local+ceremony+honours+veterans+Korean/7533739/story.html#ixzz2C0KHnibM
Then, I saw another article posted regarding Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper: PM pays tribute abroad: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/pays+tribute+abroad/7533745/story.html
Had I attended the remembrance ceremony, I would have been elated to have seen so many people standing up in support.
But, I also would have wondered why there was such a large turnout.
After thinking about the situation, I believe it may be due to the fact that our world is in turmoil. Yes, it has been for quite a while. But, in the past, it seemed that many people didn’t really take notice.
In my opinion, people are finally standing up and taking notice of what is happening in our world, today. I’ve heard more and more people speak of our need to fight for freedom, lately.
I’m grateful for this.
After all, we live in a sinful world. And, there’s not much we can do about it, as an individual, but reach out and touch others. Together, our efforts and faith can move mountains, when it comes to fighting evil.
For this, we must all be on the same page.
God confirmed this in Mark 3:25-26, “And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand. And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.”
It did my heart good to know the turnout was great for the Remembrance Day ceremony. It seems more and more people are recognizing the need to stand for what is true and right.
And, it’s the only way to defeat evilness and those who fight on the side of Satan, who rules the world we live in.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Stand up!
Yesterday, in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about remembering them. Jesus. Our veterans and those who protect our freedom.
In the past, on Remembrance Day, I attended ceremonies at the cenotaph in Windsor’s City Hall Square. I must admit, not every year. But, whenever I could, I did.
Since I cannot drive yet, I didn’t attend Sunday’s 11/11/11 ceremony.
In the past, there have been various sized crowds. Once, I was horrified at a small crowd who gathered to remember.
However, my heart skipped a beat when I found out that there was a huge group of people who attended this year.
The Windsor Star‘s headline read: Massive turnout brings veterans to tears. Here is a link for the article:
http://blogs.windsorstar.com/2012/11/11/massive-remembrance-day-turnout-moves-veterans/
Another article choked me up, Local ceremony honours veterans of Korean War: http://www.windsorstar.com/life/Local+ceremony+honours+veterans+Korean/7533739/story.html#ixzz2C0KHnibM
Then, I saw another article posted regarding Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper: PM pays tribute abroad: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/pays+tribute+abroad/7533745/story.html
Had I attended the remembrance ceremony, I would have been elated to have seen so many people standing up in support.
But, I also would have wondered why there was such a large turnout.
After thinking about the situation, I believe it may be due to the fact that our world is in turmoil. Yes, it has been for quite a while. But, in the past, it seemed that many people didn’t really take notice.
In my opinion, people are finally standing up and taking notice of what is happening in our world, today. I’ve heard more and more people speak of our need to fight for freedom, lately.
I’m grateful for this.
After all, we live in a sinful world. And, there’s not much we can do about it, as an individual, but reach out and touch others. Together, our efforts and faith can move mountains, when it comes to fighting evil.
For this, we must all be on the same page.
God confirmed this in Mark 3:25-26, “And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand. And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.”
It did my heart good to know the turnout was great for the Remembrance Day ceremony. It seems more and more people are recognizing the need to stand for what is true and right.
And, it’s the only way to defeat evilness and those who fight on the side of Satan, who rules the world we live in.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Remember Them...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Remember Them…
Lately, in Life with Lynnie (LwL) I’ve been writing about remembering those who have fought for freedom.
Freedom, for me. For you. For all, who have been attacked by evilness.
Today, is Remembrance Day, here in Canada. In other allied countries, this day is celebrated as well. Not always known by the same name.
Here are some Youtube links celebrating what our veterans have done:
I’m so very grateful to those who risk their lives daily, for us. Grateful for all in the past who risked their lives and sometimes gave the supreme sacrifice.
Whenever I think of remembering, I think of what we are told us in 1 Corinthians 11:23-26, “For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat;this is My body which is brokenfor you; do this in remembrance of Me.” In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it,in remembrance of Me. For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.”
Ode of Remembrance…
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Yes… we will remember them!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Remember Them…
Lately, in Life with Lynnie (LwL) I’ve been writing about remembering those who have fought for freedom.
Freedom, for me. For you. For all, who have been attacked by evilness.
Today, is Remembrance Day, here in Canada. In other allied countries, this day is celebrated as well. Not always known by the same name.
Here are some Youtube links celebrating what our veterans have done:
* Little Belgium boy saluting Canadian Troops: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDMzHlkB-Yg&feature=related
* We Are Canadian: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFYmL_ZYBPQ&feature=related
* Remembrance Day Video 2012 – Exclusive WW2 footage: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86J_RTfg_zQ
* D-Day Canadians: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty0vUYduxAc&feature=related
* Canada, US, UK – Brothers in Arms: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7JTbTJMUVg&feature=related
* The Great Alliance: US, UK, Canada & ANZAC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wg-_QZLrQpM&feature=fvwrel
* Remembrance Day Canada 2012 – Requiem to Sacrifice: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvwlVz8WPH0
* Remembrance Day Canada 2012 – How Will You Remember Them?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUOqcHRTDp8
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I’m so very grateful to those who risk their lives daily, for us. Grateful for all in the past who risked their lives and sometimes gave the supreme sacrifice.
Whenever I think of remembering, I think of what we are told us in 1 Corinthians 11:23-26, “For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat;this is My body which is brokenfor you; do this in remembrance of Me.” In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it,in remembrance of Me. For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.”
We truly need to remember. Remember Jesus. Remember those who gave of themselves for us.
Ode of Remembrance…
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
…
Yes… we will remember them!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, November 10, 2012
H.B. Z! & No Greater Love...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites. Please note that I changed the title, a little!
No Greater Love…
Before I begin today’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to wish my grandson, Z a very Happy Birthday!
Hopefully, we’ll soon share birthday cake!
My plan was to include photos of both my parents, today. Unfortunately, the blog.com system is different than blogger was, and I cannot seem to do it.
In the past, you may have seen pics of my mom and dad. In their army uniforms.
Yes, both my parents served in the Canadian Army, during WW2.
My mom served with the Canadian Women’s Army Corp (CWAC) in Washington, DC, USA. What she did there, I’ll never know. My now deceased husband, Gordon told me what he thought she did, claiming he had spoken with her about it, not long before she died. But, my mom never told me many years earlier when I asked about it, claiming she had promised to never divulge information.
I know she was stationed only a couple of blocks from The White House (TWH). In fact, TWH can be seen from the corner of the property.
Being underage, my dad was turned away from enlisting, several times. Eventually, he joined the Canadian Army. Twice.
At least, until it was found out he was underage. Then, he was discharged. As soon as he was able, he enlisted once again.
Dad was stationed in England for a time. While there, he was able to visit his Irish family, because Northern Ireland is
part of the United Kingdom. Apparently, he drove on army business, between southern England and N. Ireland, regularly.
Eventually, dad fought in mainland Europe, during the Normandy Invasion.
He landed at Juno Beach, located at Courseulles-sur-Mer, in Normandy, France. As progress was made, he also fought in Belgium.
In recent Windsor Star newspapers, I was happy to see stories and letters regarding veterans. Clicking on the following links will enable you to read the ones published, today:
* I Never Look Forward To This Day – Nov. 11th dredges up horrors: http://www.windsorstar.com/never+look+forward+this/7529115/story.html#ixzz2BrKnDNH8
* A Tribute To Their Supreme Sacrifice: http://www.windsorstar.com/tribute+their+supreme+sacrifice/7529144/story.html#ixzz2BrMCx58W
* Lest We Forget – Lessons of Sacrifice: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Lest+forget/7529142/story.html#ixzz2BrMtlP6G
We should never forget.
We should never forget those who risked their lives, for the cause of freedom. Our freedom, and the freedom of others.
We should never forget those who gave their lives, by making the supreme sacrifice.
John 15:13 tells us, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
Yes, Jesus gave the supreme sacrifice. For me… and for you, if you are trusting in Him, for your salvation.
Father, we thank You for the sacrifices made by all who have fought for the freedom we enjoy, today. And, we thank You for the supreme sacrifice that our Lord, Jesus Christ made, so that all who believe on Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
No Greater Love…
Before I begin today’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to wish my grandson, Z a very Happy Birthday!
Hopefully, we’ll soon share birthday cake!
My plan was to include photos of both my parents, today. Unfortunately, the blog.com system is different than blogger was, and I cannot seem to do it.
In the past, you may have seen pics of my mom and dad. In their army uniforms.
Yes, both my parents served in the Canadian Army, during WW2.
My mom served with the Canadian Women’s Army Corp (CWAC) in Washington, DC, USA. What she did there, I’ll never know. My now deceased husband, Gordon told me what he thought she did, claiming he had spoken with her about it, not long before she died. But, my mom never told me many years earlier when I asked about it, claiming she had promised to never divulge information.
I know she was stationed only a couple of blocks from The White House (TWH). In fact, TWH can be seen from the corner of the property.
Being underage, my dad was turned away from enlisting, several times. Eventually, he joined the Canadian Army. Twice.
At least, until it was found out he was underage. Then, he was discharged. As soon as he was able, he enlisted once again.
Dad was stationed in England for a time. While there, he was able to visit his Irish family, because Northern Ireland is
part of the United Kingdom. Apparently, he drove on army business, between southern England and N. Ireland, regularly.
Eventually, dad fought in mainland Europe, during the Normandy Invasion.
He landed at Juno Beach, located at Courseulles-sur-Mer, in Normandy, France. As progress was made, he also fought in Belgium.
In recent Windsor Star newspapers, I was happy to see stories and letters regarding veterans. Clicking on the following links will enable you to read the ones published, today:
* A Tribute To Their Supreme Sacrifice: http://www.windsorstar.com/tribute+their+supreme+sacrifice/7529144/story.html#ixzz2BrMCx58W
* Lest We Forget – Lessons of Sacrifice: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Lest+forget/7529142/story.html#ixzz2BrMtlP6G
We should never forget.
We should never forget those who risked their lives, for the cause of freedom. Our freedom, and the freedom of others.
We should never forget those who gave their lives, by making the supreme sacrifice.
John 15:13 tells us, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
Yes, Jesus gave the supreme sacrifice. For me… and for you, if you are trusting in Him, for your salvation.
Father, we thank You for the sacrifices made by all who have fought for the freedom we enjoy, today. And, we thank You for the supreme sacrifice that our Lord, Jesus Christ made, so that all who believe on Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, November 9, 2012
H.B. B! & Right?
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
H.B. B! & Right?
Before I begin today’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I’d like to wish my daughter B, a very Happy Birthday!
Due to my health issues, I didn’t bake a birthday cake for B. As I promised my other family members, whose birthdays are mostly during the fall months, I will bake and celebrate, once I am able to do so.
I’ve been writing about USA politics, lately. So, I thought I should address our own political situation, here in my province of Ontario.
Like other countries, we in Canada have various levels of government. Federal, for all of Canada, and provincial for each province.
In mid October, Ontario Premier Dalton McGuinty resigned. Here’s a link to an article in The Globe and Mail: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/ontario-premier-dalton-mcguinty-resigns/article4614086/. In it, you’ll read that he claimed it was time for ‘renewal‘.
In one way, I am happy he stepped down. However, I do not like how he did it.
McGuinty could have waited until another election was in the offing. Instead, he virtually just said he’s gone. And, left… shutting down our province.
How many Americans would like to have no one running their state?
In my opinion, what he did confirms that he didn’t truly care about Ontario, or its citizens. Us.
Some have said he did a great job, while in power. Some feel our province has done well, with his leadership. I beg to differ.
My city, Windsor, has battled economic hardships for several years now. What did his government do to improve this? Not much.
Windsor held the position of having the highest unemployment rate in all of Canada, for quite a while. Until a few weeks ago, when it dropped to 2nd place. Here’s a link to read about it: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/windsor/story/2012/10/05/wdr-jobless-statistics-canada.html.
In my opinion, McGuinty stepped down to protect his own image.
For the last few months, fellow Realtors that I know in the Toronto area (the capital city of Ontario), have told me that the real estate market there had been slowing down.
In my opinion, I believe McGuinty realized that the province is on the verge of a severe economic downturn; so, to save his reputation, he vacated his position, before any collapse happened.
In response to friend’s comments, I sarcastically replied that I welcomed them to the club.
It’s pretty sad when housing priced unbelievably low, don’t sell well. Recently, I had a house listed at $54,900, for a 4 bedroom, renovated home, with garage, newer kitchen and bath, newer floorings, and a neutral decor. It didn’t sell.
lol In many cities, property like this would have been snapped up in a heartbeat. But, our economy here has been bad, due to plant closures, for far too long.
And, McGuinty did nothing about it.
For me, the worst part isn’t that he stepped down. His lack of care, concern or leadership for our province was obvious.
When he stepped down, our government shut down.
No parliament is operating. No one is running our province!
Is this love? For people? For our province?
God told us in 2 Thessalonians 3:10, “For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.”
Are our members of provincial parliament (MPP) eating? Of course!
They are not working, for our provincial parliament is shut. Yet, they are all being paid!
Forgive me, but I do not feel this is right.
After all, people like me, work and work, and work. Sometimes, at great expense to ourselves. And, the result isn’t always positive. If no sale happens, we do not get paid.
Yet, Ontario’s MPP’s are getting paid, for doing nothing. Some won’t even return calls! Here’s a link to a letter to the editor of the Windsor Star: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/return+calls/7509627/story.html#ixzz2BdacdVd3
Hmmm, maybe I took the wrong career path. I could’ve been getting paid, for doing nothing. And, even retired early with substantial retirement benefits.
Oh, well. God’s will is always done. I’m praying, for our government, at all levels. Hopefully, you are, too.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
H.B. B! & Right?
Before I begin today’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I’d like to wish my daughter B, a very Happy Birthday!
Due to my health issues, I didn’t bake a birthday cake for B. As I promised my other family members, whose birthdays are mostly during the fall months, I will bake and celebrate, once I am able to do so.
I’ve been writing about USA politics, lately. So, I thought I should address our own political situation, here in my province of Ontario.
Like other countries, we in Canada have various levels of government. Federal, for all of Canada, and provincial for each province.
In mid October, Ontario Premier Dalton McGuinty resigned. Here’s a link to an article in The Globe and Mail: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/ontario-premier-dalton-mcguinty-resigns/article4614086/. In it, you’ll read that he claimed it was time for ‘renewal‘.
In one way, I am happy he stepped down. However, I do not like how he did it.
McGuinty could have waited until another election was in the offing. Instead, he virtually just said he’s gone. And, left… shutting down our province.
How many Americans would like to have no one running their state?
In my opinion, what he did confirms that he didn’t truly care about Ontario, or its citizens. Us.
Some have said he did a great job, while in power. Some feel our province has done well, with his leadership. I beg to differ.
My city, Windsor, has battled economic hardships for several years now. What did his government do to improve this? Not much.
Windsor held the position of having the highest unemployment rate in all of Canada, for quite a while. Until a few weeks ago, when it dropped to 2nd place. Here’s a link to read about it: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/windsor/story/2012/10/05/wdr-jobless-statistics-canada.html.
In my opinion, McGuinty stepped down to protect his own image.
For the last few months, fellow Realtors that I know in the Toronto area (the capital city of Ontario), have told me that the real estate market there had been slowing down.
In my opinion, I believe McGuinty realized that the province is on the verge of a severe economic downturn; so, to save his reputation, he vacated his position, before any collapse happened.
In response to friend’s comments, I sarcastically replied that I welcomed them to the club.
It’s pretty sad when housing priced unbelievably low, don’t sell well. Recently, I had a house listed at $54,900, for a 4 bedroom, renovated home, with garage, newer kitchen and bath, newer floorings, and a neutral decor. It didn’t sell.
lol In many cities, property like this would have been snapped up in a heartbeat. But, our economy here has been bad, due to plant closures, for far too long.
And, McGuinty did nothing about it.
For me, the worst part isn’t that he stepped down. His lack of care, concern or leadership for our province was obvious.
When he stepped down, our government shut down.
No parliament is operating. No one is running our province!
Is this love? For people? For our province?
God told us in 2 Thessalonians 3:10, “For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.”
Are our members of provincial parliament (MPP) eating? Of course!
They are not working, for our provincial parliament is shut. Yet, they are all being paid!
Forgive me, but I do not feel this is right.
After all, people like me, work and work, and work. Sometimes, at great expense to ourselves. And, the result isn’t always positive. If no sale happens, we do not get paid.
Yet, Ontario’s MPP’s are getting paid, for doing nothing. Some won’t even return calls! Here’s a link to a letter to the editor of the Windsor Star: http://www.windsorstar.com/news/return+calls/7509627/story.html#ixzz2BdacdVd3
Hmmm, maybe I took the wrong career path. I could’ve been getting paid, for doing nothing. And, even retired early with substantial retirement benefits.
Oh, well. God’s will is always done. I’m praying, for our government, at all levels. Hopefully, you are, too.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Racism...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Racism…
In yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I felt that society in general is rather sinful in nature. After all, the majority in USA voted for someone who supports sin.
While some wouldn’t agree with me, others do. You are welcome to your opinion, just as I am, to mine.
I must say that when Mr. Obama first ran for presidency, I spoke up as I mentioned, yesterday. Instead of debating issues, some people called me racist.
After all, he is black and I am white.
I recall discussing this with many people, explaining that I am not racist. I am a child of God, who loves others. One, who stands up for what is Biblically correct.
Recently, for at least a week prior to this recent election, I saw postings made by some black friends, and by people who are friends of theirs. To me, they were disturbing.
Comment after comment, encouraged others to vote for Mr. O. Not because he was the right candidate for the position.
Not because they supported his platforms.
Rather, because… he was black. People claimed that other blacks should vote for him, because he is one of them.
Sigh…
At the time, I didn’t comment. I didn’t want to cause any disturbance, or create any division.
What I did say to a black friend from Africa, was that I found this upsetting.
After all, people weren’t asking others to vote for what was politically correct. Instead, they were voting for a person who was of their colour, even if it mattered not that he has supported sinful issues. Like gay marriage and abortion.
I asked my black African friend this question: How can someone call me racist for not agreeing with a political platform, yet they vote for someone because of their colour? In reality, aren’t these people the ones who are racist?
He replied that he agreed with me. And, he explained that had he been American, he wouldn’t have voted for Mr. O, either. Why?
Because he is a true born-again Christian, who wants to honour God. Like me.
I was reminded of Acts 10:30-35, “And Cornelius said, Four days ago I was fasting until this hour; and at the ninth hour I prayed in my house, and, behold, a man stood before me in bright clothing, And said, Cornelius, thy prayer is heard, and thine alms are had in remembrance in the sight of God. Send therefore to Joppa, and call hither Simon, whose surname is Peter; he is lodged in the house of one Simon a tanner by the sea side: who, when he cometh, shall speak unto thee. Immediately therefore I sent to thee; and thou hast well done that thou art come. Now therefore are we all here present before God, to hear all things that are commanded thee of God. Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.”
How grateful I am for God’s Word. How grateful I am that God is no respecter of persons. It matters not to him, who a person is, where they are from, or what colour they are.
What matters to God, is that we obtain salvation through Jesus Christ, and are obedient to Him, with full reverence and fear of the Lord.
Until next time…
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Racism…
In yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I felt that society in general is rather sinful in nature. After all, the majority in USA voted for someone who supports sin.
While some wouldn’t agree with me, others do. You are welcome to your opinion, just as I am, to mine.
I must say that when Mr. Obama first ran for presidency, I spoke up as I mentioned, yesterday. Instead of debating issues, some people called me racist.
After all, he is black and I am white.
I recall discussing this with many people, explaining that I am not racist. I am a child of God, who loves others. One, who stands up for what is Biblically correct.
Recently, for at least a week prior to this recent election, I saw postings made by some black friends, and by people who are friends of theirs. To me, they were disturbing.
Comment after comment, encouraged others to vote for Mr. O. Not because he was the right candidate for the position.
Not because they supported his platforms.
Rather, because… he was black. People claimed that other blacks should vote for him, because he is one of them.
Sigh…
At the time, I didn’t comment. I didn’t want to cause any disturbance, or create any division.
What I did say to a black friend from Africa, was that I found this upsetting.
After all, people weren’t asking others to vote for what was politically correct. Instead, they were voting for a person who was of their colour, even if it mattered not that he has supported sinful issues. Like gay marriage and abortion.
I asked my black African friend this question: How can someone call me racist for not agreeing with a political platform, yet they vote for someone because of their colour? In reality, aren’t these people the ones who are racist?
He replied that he agreed with me. And, he explained that had he been American, he wouldn’t have voted for Mr. O, either. Why?
Because he is a true born-again Christian, who wants to honour God. Like me.
I was reminded of Acts 10:30-35, “And Cornelius said, Four days ago I was fasting until this hour; and at the ninth hour I prayed in my house, and, behold, a man stood before me in bright clothing, And said, Cornelius, thy prayer is heard, and thine alms are had in remembrance in the sight of God. Send therefore to Joppa, and call hither Simon, whose surname is Peter; he is lodged in the house of one Simon a tanner by the sea side: who, when he cometh, shall speak unto thee. Immediately therefore I sent to thee; and thou hast well done that thou art come. Now therefore are we all here present before God, to hear all things that are commanded thee of God. Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.”
How grateful I am for God’s Word. How grateful I am that God is no respecter of persons. It matters not to him, who a person is, where they are from, or what colour they are.
What matters to God, is that we obtain salvation through Jesus Christ, and are obedient to Him, with full reverence and fear of the Lord.
Until next time…
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Always Done...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Always Done…
Anyone who knows me personally, or has read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time is aware that I am an outspoken person.
Especially, when it comes to politics. Not just Canadian politics, but also with governments around the world.
By now, I’m sure everyone knows that USA’s president was re-elected.
At first, this made me sad. Very sad. Especially, when I heard on Canadian television (tv) programmes how happy some people were.
Please know that I am not trying to put down Mr. Obama. However, if I had been allowed to vote, he would not have been my choice.
Even before he was elected the first time, I felt he wasn’t competent for the job.
In my opinion, his lack of experience has been proven, given the economic state of affairs the USA is in, currently. Much worse than before he began his leadership.
Some may think that I feel this way due to his connection with Islam.
Well, they’d be partly right. After all, Muslims around the world, and even in America support him. Why? Because they see him as being Islamic. Like them.
Not surprising really, considering how Christianity has been disallowed during his previous term in office. And, how Islam has been supported.
As a Canadian voter, I have refused to vote for anyone who is sinful in issues that affect our society.
In fact, I cannot understand how any born-again Christian would vote for anyone who supports issues of sin. Like same-sex marriage, and abortion.
Yet, the American people supported the candidate who supports sin. Even some who call themselves Christian.
Sigh…
God’s word tells us that we shall know them by their fruit. Mr. O has shown his true colours. Or rather, fruit.
God told us in Matthew 7:15-20, “Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.”
God told us, a good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit. And, sin is evil. Since Mr. O supports sin, he has shown the evil in his life. His real fruit.
As I mentioned previously, I wept with friends who also were sad. Just as God told us to do, in Romans 12:15.
After praying and considering the consequence of the voters’ actions, I quickly realized that God’s will is always done.
Just as He didn’t spare His own Son, His plan always comes to fruition.
Friend, if you are not yet saved, please place your trust in Jesus Christ. And, in Him… alone. For He is your only person who can guarantee your future in heaven.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Always Done…
Anyone who knows me personally, or has read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time is aware that I am an outspoken person.
Especially, when it comes to politics. Not just Canadian politics, but also with governments around the world.
By now, I’m sure everyone knows that USA’s president was re-elected.
At first, this made me sad. Very sad. Especially, when I heard on Canadian television (tv) programmes how happy some people were.
Please know that I am not trying to put down Mr. Obama. However, if I had been allowed to vote, he would not have been my choice.
Even before he was elected the first time, I felt he wasn’t competent for the job.
In my opinion, his lack of experience has been proven, given the economic state of affairs the USA is in, currently. Much worse than before he began his leadership.
Some may think that I feel this way due to his connection with Islam.
Well, they’d be partly right. After all, Muslims around the world, and even in America support him. Why? Because they see him as being Islamic. Like them.
Not surprising really, considering how Christianity has been disallowed during his previous term in office. And, how Islam has been supported.
As a Canadian voter, I have refused to vote for anyone who is sinful in issues that affect our society.
In fact, I cannot understand how any born-again Christian would vote for anyone who supports issues of sin. Like same-sex marriage, and abortion.
Yet, the American people supported the candidate who supports sin. Even some who call themselves Christian.
Sigh…
God’s word tells us that we shall know them by their fruit. Mr. O has shown his true colours. Or rather, fruit.
God told us in Matthew 7:15-20, “Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.”
God told us, a good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit. And, sin is evil. Since Mr. O supports sin, he has shown the evil in his life. His real fruit.
As I mentioned previously, I wept with friends who also were sad. Just as God told us to do, in Romans 12:15.
After praying and considering the consequence of the voters’ actions, I quickly realized that God’s will is always done.
Just as He didn’t spare His own Son, His plan always comes to fruition.
Friend, if you are not yet saved, please place your trust in Jesus Christ. And, in Him… alone. For He is your only person who can guarantee your future in heaven.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Righteous Deliverance...
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Righteous Deliverance…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I was so-o happy for the teen you, so many others and I had been praying for.
Last evening, I noticed that the redness surrounding my infected, partly-opened incision, had spread. I wasn’t too happy.
The last time my nurse visited, she and I couldn’t figure out why this was happening to me. But, last evening, I found myself feeling rather low in spirit, seeing that it had gotten worse.
Maybe it’s because I am a widow, living alone, without anyone to love and discuss stressful issues with. Or, maybe because Satan is alive and well.
Of course, it’s probably a bit of both.
In any case, I found myself tearful. Crying out to God, I asked Him why He seems to answer prayer in a positive way when I pray for others, yet not lately when it comes to my own healing needs.
Wondering why I seem to suffer trial after trial in my life, made me feel horrible. Like I let God down.
Realistically, I know I didn’t. I’m only human, and God knows this. This, coupled with the fact that I know He is in control and loves me, raised my spirits.
What helped me through this stressful time? Reading my Bible.
God told us in Psalm 34:19, “Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all.”
Yes, I am currently suffering with a trial that only God has control over. And, I know that I am not alone in my suffering.
Many people I know are suffering through trials of many sorts. But, as God told us, He delivers His children out of them all.
So, I’ll just keep trusting Him, for a positive conclusion.
Thank you for continued prayer. May God bless you!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Righteous Deliverance…
As I wrote in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I was so-o happy for the teen you, so many others and I had been praying for.
Last evening, I noticed that the redness surrounding my infected, partly-opened incision, had spread. I wasn’t too happy.
The last time my nurse visited, she and I couldn’t figure out why this was happening to me. But, last evening, I found myself feeling rather low in spirit, seeing that it had gotten worse.
Maybe it’s because I am a widow, living alone, without anyone to love and discuss stressful issues with. Or, maybe because Satan is alive and well.
Of course, it’s probably a bit of both.
In any case, I found myself tearful. Crying out to God, I asked Him why He seems to answer prayer in a positive way when I pray for others, yet not lately when it comes to my own healing needs.
Wondering why I seem to suffer trial after trial in my life, made me feel horrible. Like I let God down.
Realistically, I know I didn’t. I’m only human, and God knows this. This, coupled with the fact that I know He is in control and loves me, raised my spirits.
What helped me through this stressful time? Reading my Bible.
God told us in Psalm 34:19, “Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all.”
Yes, I am currently suffering with a trial that only God has control over. And, I know that I am not alone in my suffering.
Many people I know are suffering through trials of many sorts. But, as God told us, He delivers His children out of them all.
So, I’ll just keep trusting Him, for a positive conclusion.
Thank you for continued prayer. May God bless you!
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Monday, November 5, 2012
Impossible? Not!
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Impossible? Not!
A few days ago, I wrote about a young teen here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).
To all who prayed for her, I thank you. May God bless you!
Prayer works!
She didn’t have to get transferred to Toronto, from the hospital in London, Ontario, where she was being treated. Instead,
God restored her health enough for her to remain, there.
As previously mentioned, this young girl had been on dialysis. She recently had a kidney transplant. Praise God for this!
Even though she was doing well after her transplant surgery, for some reason her lungs went into distress. In fact, one of her lungs collapsed.
God is good. He heard the prayers of all who prayed for her. And, Lord… I thank You, for this!
Hallelujah! I praise God and thank Jesus!
Not just for this answer to much needed prayer. But, also for providing a way for us to approach Him.
Prayer is everything, to a born-again Christian! It’s our way of approaching God.
Yes, He already knows our need, sometimes even before we do. Still, it gives Him honour and glory, when we come to Him on bended knee, in prayer.
He told us in Matthew 17:20, “And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
Thank You, Lord, for your Word. And, for the promise that our faith can move mountains, for nothing is impossible for You.
To all who have prayed for my daughters, for their needs, and who have prayed for me, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. May God bless you, friend.
Until next time…
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Impossible? Not!
A few days ago, I wrote about a young teen here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).
To all who prayed for her, I thank you. May God bless you!
Prayer works!
She didn’t have to get transferred to Toronto, from the hospital in London, Ontario, where she was being treated. Instead,
God restored her health enough for her to remain, there.
As previously mentioned, this young girl had been on dialysis. She recently had a kidney transplant. Praise God for this!
Even though she was doing well after her transplant surgery, for some reason her lungs went into distress. In fact, one of her lungs collapsed.
God is good. He heard the prayers of all who prayed for her. And, Lord… I thank You, for this!
Hallelujah! I praise God and thank Jesus!
Not just for this answer to much needed prayer. But, also for providing a way for us to approach Him.
Prayer is everything, to a born-again Christian! It’s our way of approaching God.
Yes, He already knows our need, sometimes even before we do. Still, it gives Him honour and glory, when we come to Him on bended knee, in prayer.
He told us in Matthew 17:20, “And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
To all who have prayed for my daughters, for their needs, and who have prayed for me, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. May God bless you, friend.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Dunn!
This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on blog.com, rather than here on blogspot.com, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.
Dunn!
If you read yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you’ll know that I completed all the on-line courses I had preregistered for. Ahh… thank You, Lord!
Some might wonder why I felt the need to rush and obtain my passing marks. Especially, since I had until the end of December.
I looked at the situation, differently.
It was seven (7) weeks ago today, that I had my surgery. And, it took this long just for me to be able to feel physically well enough to even sit at the computer long enough to complete each course.
Okay, I admit that I had to take breaks and couldn’t do it all at once. Even after all this time!
My surgeon wants me to have an ultrasound to try and figure out why I still have swelling, and infection in my partly-opened and still unhealed incision. Thinking about this made me realize that if indeed there is some kind of problem that wasn’t obvious previously, I may require further surgery.
If more surgery were to happen, where would that leave me, concerning my education credits that I needed to obtain? It probably would leave me out in the cold. Especially, if it took several weeks again, for me to recover enough to be able to use my computer, as I did this week.
Missing the deadline, would have meant having to purchase courses, either on-line or in a classroom situation. Couldn’t allow this to happen.
Instead, I got it done!
When I complete something I need to do, I usually celebrate by singing: done… done, done, done; done… done, done, done, done… I’m done!
Then, I usually sing it again, with a minor change.
Done… done, done, done; done… done, done, done, done… I’m a Dunn!
Wondering why I do this? It’s because I am a Dunn. Sort of!
My grandma from Northern Ireland’s maiden name was… Dunn. Her dad came from Glasgow, Scotland.
Whenever I sing this little tune to an old cop show, using my words, I think about my family in N. Ireland.
Sometimes, I think about returning there, to visit. And, sometimes, I dream about visiting Glasgow, to do research on my heritage, since the first time I was there, I wasn’t aware that’s where my great-grandfather had been born.
Only God knows for sure about when I’ll be in either of those places. I don’t. But, He does.
Just as He alone knows the day and the time, when we will be raptured. Matthew 24:36 tells us, “But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.”
I realize that not everyone believes in the rapture, but I do. Because, I believe God’s Word. Since it is a complicated subject, it’s probably a topic for another time.
Just know that everyone needs salvation. Me. You. Everyone. And, Jesus is the way. Trust in Him.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Dunn!
If you read yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you’ll know that I completed all the on-line courses I had preregistered for. Ahh… thank You, Lord!
Some might wonder why I felt the need to rush and obtain my passing marks. Especially, since I had until the end of December.
I looked at the situation, differently.
It was seven (7) weeks ago today, that I had my surgery. And, it took this long just for me to be able to feel physically well enough to even sit at the computer long enough to complete each course.
Okay, I admit that I had to take breaks and couldn’t do it all at once. Even after all this time!
My surgeon wants me to have an ultrasound to try and figure out why I still have swelling, and infection in my partly-opened and still unhealed incision. Thinking about this made me realize that if indeed there is some kind of problem that wasn’t obvious previously, I may require further surgery.
If more surgery were to happen, where would that leave me, concerning my education credits that I needed to obtain? It probably would leave me out in the cold. Especially, if it took several weeks again, for me to recover enough to be able to use my computer, as I did this week.
Missing the deadline, would have meant having to purchase courses, either on-line or in a classroom situation. Couldn’t allow this to happen.
Instead, I got it done!
When I complete something I need to do, I usually celebrate by singing: done… done, done, done; done… done, done, done, done… I’m done!
Then, I usually sing it again, with a minor change.
Done… done, done, done; done… done, done, done, done… I’m a Dunn!
Wondering why I do this? It’s because I am a Dunn. Sort of!
My grandma from Northern Ireland’s maiden name was… Dunn. Her dad came from Glasgow, Scotland.
Whenever I sing this little tune to an old cop show, using my words, I think about my family in N. Ireland.
Sometimes, I think about returning there, to visit. And, sometimes, I dream about visiting Glasgow, to do research on my heritage, since the first time I was there, I wasn’t aware that’s where my great-grandfather had been born.
Only God knows for sure about when I’ll be in either of those places. I don’t. But, He does.
Just as He alone knows the day and the time, when we will be raptured. Matthew 24:36 tells us, “But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.”
I realize that not everyone believes in the rapture, but I do. Because, I believe God’s Word. Since it is a complicated subject, it’s probably a topic for another time.
Just know that everyone needs salvation. Me. You. Everyone. And, Jesus is the way. Trust in Him.
Until next time…
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
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