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…
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