Monday, December 31, 2012

H.B. S! & Goodbye 2012!

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I must take the time to wish my grandson S, a very Happy Birthday!  Hopefully, next year we will get to spend time together on your special day, with a cake that Grandma baked/decorated for you.  In the meanwhile, just know that I love you and wish you a very Happy Birthday, S!

If you've been reading LwL for a while, you'll know that 2012 hasn't been the best year for me.  And, not just because I wasn't physically able this year, to bake/decorate birthday cakes for most of my family!

Between work being slow at the beginning of the year, and being unable to work much over the last four (4) months, it hasn't been the best year for me, financially.

Physically, it hasn't been the best year, either.

Feeling ill during the beginning of the year, didn't help.  Then, becoming violently ill at the beginning of September, which led me to having the first (1st) of two (2) surgeries. 

Of course, with not healing properly from the September surgery, it was unfortunate, but necessary for me to have the second (2nd) surgery, on December 20th.  On short notice!

While I still have stitches, a drainage tube and pain from time to time, I am grateful that God helped me through the initial excrutiating pain I experienced, immediately after surgery.  And, I am grateful for the two (2) nurses who gave me advice on how to cope with the pain, by using increased amounts of Ibuprofen.  May God bless each of you.

I must say that all in all, I am grateful that 2012 is coming to an end!

Even so, I am thankful to all who were supportive of me, this year.  Especially, for those who prayed for healing for me.  Thank you.  May God bless each of you.

I am grateful to each of you, who have been reading and following Life with Lynnie.  For caring about me, and praying for me.  May God bless each of you.

In addition, I must say that I am thankful to all who came to my side, in providing meals for me, when I wasn't able to do so for myself.  For this, I will be eternally grateful. 

You know who you are.  I thought about listing names/initials, but decided to not do this, in case I accidentally left someone out.  May God bless each of you.

Of course, I am grateful to both my daughters and their families, for the loving support and help I've received from them.  Especially, since I couldn't drive myself for most of the last four (4) months.May God bless each of you.

God commanded us to be thankful in all things, but it isn't always easy.  Especially, when a person feels they are suffering.

Still, I thought of 1 Chronicles 29:13, "Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name."

In reflection, I can say that while 2012 was a rather stressful and difficult year, God has truly blessed me. And, for this, I am grateful.

I thank You, Lord for helping me through.  And, I praise You... in all things.  Hopefully, you will also, my friend.

So, to each of you
I pray...
that God will bless you
throughout 2013, and always!
Happy New Year!

Until next time...

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Love and Affection...

If you've been a long time reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL), or if you know me in person, you'll know that my family and friends are very important to me.

Fourteen (14) years ago today, while my (now deceased) husband Gordon and I were away on vacation, my daughter P almost died.  She had a placental abruption.  Only a couple of weeks before her pregnancy due date.

Not only did my daughter almost die, but her child K died.  My first granddaughter, who would have been a teenager, had she lived.

Every year, this day is a day my daughter and many of those who love her, will never forget.  K will never be forgotten.  And, always loved.

Talking about love, I truly felt blessed and loved over the past 24 hours or so.

Yesterday, my daughter P came to visit me. 

We had a nice visit, together.  But, as I always feel, it was too short!  lol  When would it ever be too long??  Seriously, I appreciated seeing P, and enjoyed my time with her.

Today, my daughter B came to visit, bringing with her, my youngest grandchild, A.

I enjoyed seeing both my daughter and my granddaughter, today.  Of course, A is very much like B was when she was young; hyper-active!  Still, I truly felt blessed enjoying time with them.

Not long after my girls left for home, someone else came to visit me.  B, a friend of Gordon's, arrived as planned.

Since B lives in St. Thomas, Ontario, a couple of hours drive from here, we don't get together, often.  Usually, once or twice per year. 

Although, B does call me from time to time.  He's always told me that he feels he needs to make sure I am okay, since he was a good friend of my now deceased husband.

It was certainly a busy day, for me.  Not that I did anything much physically.  But relationally, for sure.

At this time of year, being holiday times, when people celebrate Christmas and New Year's, it's often a time when people visit each other.

This reminded me of Romans 12:10, "Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;"

Ah, it did my heart good having company!  I thank God for each person, who cared enough to come visit with me.

I must say, after I found myself alone, I went and had a nap, because I felt totally exhausted.  Yes, I did enjoy it!  Hopefully, it won't disturb my sleep, tonight.

No matter the outcome, I thank my Lord!

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 29, 2012


If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) even for a short time, you'll know that I am receiving nursing care, after having another surgery, December 20th.

Today, my nurse was off, so I had a substitute nurse, once again.

This was not the woman who tended to me on December 23rd, but the person that I had been told would probably be tending to me on the day of Christmas Eve.

Well, sort of.

When C cleaned my incision and changed my dressing on the 23rd, I asked her if she would be seeing me again the next day.  The day of Christmas Eve.  C told me she was off, so it would probably be D attending me.

This nurse D usually calls the evening before coming.  She didn't.

When she hadn't showed up by noon, I called her office.  I asked for them to confirm who was coming to give me the nursing care I needed.  The person told me she didn't see anyone scheduled. 

Hmmm... I explained my conversation with C.  I was told that D would be contacted and I would hear from her.  I didn't.

After 4:30 p.m., knowing that people were preparing for Christmas, I called the office once again.  This time, I was told it was D who would see me and was once again told that she would call me.

About 9:00 p.m., I called once again.  The answering service took my message and a supervisor called me back. 

I was told it could take between one and four (1 and 4) hours to have a nurse come tend to me.  Knowing that my regular nurse was scheduled to come in the morning, this didn't make sense to me.  After all, did my dressing need to be changed within a few hours, once again?

Consequently, no nursing care happened for me, on the day of Christmas Eve.

My regular nurse arrived not in the morning, but in early afternoon on Christmas day.  When she heard what happened, she immediately called the office and switched my nursing care from daily, to every second day.

Hmmm... in my heart I knew that she did this, not because she felt I didn't require the nursing care, but because this was a way of covering up an error.

Until today, I didn't know for sure.

Talking with D, while she cleaned and redressed my incision, it was confirmed to me that she had never been scheduled to treat me on the day of Christmas Eve. 

Aha!  I was right!  The truth came out!

But, isn't this what God told us would happen?  Yes, He told us in John 8:32, "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."

Okay.  I realize that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life... but this verse can also refer to us knowing the truth, being reality, and not just Jesus.

At first, I was upset and rather saddened, when all this happened.  After all, why would I need less nursing care, only three (3) days after having surgery?  As an inpatient, I would have had nursing care multiple times per day!

But, after thinking and praying, I realized that God is in control.  Accidentally or not, what happened, happened.  Nothing could change it.  And, nothing will restore my nursing care, now.

So, I will just continue trusting Him, for everything.  And, I pray you do, also.

Until next time...

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Friday, December 28, 2012


If you know about what I am going to write about today on Life with Lynnie (LwL), then it is because you know me personally, and not just through reading LwL.

Due to having had surgery in September, and not healing well, and before knowing I was to have a second (2nd) surgery just days before Christmas, my daughters and I had decided that we would get together for Christmas.  I was so-o happy about being able to do this.

If you read LwL around the time of our Canadian Thanksgiving, in October, you'll know that I spent that special day alone, due to family being sick.  Knowing that I hadn't healed, it just wasn't right for me to be around anyone ill. 

After all, the last thing I needed to do was to become ill, with coughing, nausea and vomiting!  Anyone who has ever had abdominal surgery knows this!  It wouldn't be good, not just for pain, but of even more importance, it would put too much pressure on the incision, and area that hadn't yet healed.

For this reason, the thought of getting together for Christmas was of even more importance to me. 

I love spending time with my family.  I love seeing my grandchildren.  And, my daughters, of course!

So, I requested use of the party room for Christmas day.  Another family had also requested use of the room.  It turned out to be my neighbour, friend and fellow author, J.

Since she needed the room only until about 1:30 p.m. and I only needed it after that, for the afternoon and possibly part of the evening, we agreed to share the day, rather than have one of us eliminated from access to the room.

While recovering, whenever my daughter B took me shopping, I stocked up on items I knew we would need for dinner.  Since I couldn't lift a turkey, or a bag of potatoes, my daughters agreed to make those items.  I agreed to prepare the vegetables and provide dessert, even if I didn't bake this year.

Having this latest surgery on Thursday, December 20th, I was concerned I wouldn't be able to physically handle the work I had agreed to.

To my surprise, my friend J offered to leave the tables in place, even with her table cloths, so I wouldn't have to arrange for this.  I thought it was really nice of her to save me that work.

My daughter P got sick the day after my surgery.  She had taken me to hospital and home again, later.  But, the next day she awoke, with flu-like symptoms.

We kept praying and hoping she'd be feeling better, but she did not.  In addition, she took her eldest son, my grandson D to the walk-in clinic on the day of Christmas Eve, because he was sick; he began antibiotics. 

Then, my daughter B sounded nasally on the phone.  She told me one of her sons (my grandson) also wasn't feeling well.

In the end, B came on the day of Christmas eve.  She loaded into her vehicle all the presents I had here at my home.  And, she took all the food that I had planned to serve for our family gathering on Christmas day.

Since there were so many feeling ill, that would be sharing dinner, I asked that they not bring me a plate of food.  After all, breathing, sneezing and coughing over the feast wouldn't be good for me.

So, I spent Christmas alone. 

Well, that being said, I must qualify that statement.  I am truly never alone, for Jesus is with me, always.

He told us so in Matthew 28:20, "Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen."

It may have been rather sad for me to look once again at those same four (4) walls, that have sort of imprisoned me over the last few months, but I am truly grateful that I love Jesus.

And, that Jesus loves me.  Yes, He does... love me.  And, you.  The Bible tells me so!

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 27, 2012


As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, my pain is under control, now.

Errantly, some may think this means I do not have any pain.  I do.  But, not always.  And, as I mentioned, I am grateful for the relief, I have received.  Thank You, Lord!

When my nurse was here today, to redress my incision, she said it was looking good.  Praise God for this!

However, she did mention that there is some slough seeping from where my drainage tube is located.  Hmmm... this means that my body is fighting having the tube there. 

This doesn't surprise me. 

After all, I do have Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a rare form of Rheumatoid Arthritis.  It's an autoimmune disease, along the lines of MS or Lupus, etc.

This means that my body will fight off anything invading it.

For me, there is one aspect that I am sad about, concerning my health at the moment.  It's the fact that since I am on antibiotics, I cannot take my vitamins.

Like last time, I'm on the same prescriptions.  No vitamins, etc., three (3) hours before or six (6) hours after taking my meds. 

Well, that might work for the type of vitamins that you take once per day.  But, it won't work for these. 

Oh well.  So be it.  It's all part of God's plan for my life. 

Just as I wrote in yesterday's LwL entry, God told us to not worry about our lives.

In Matthew 6: 31-32 He told us, "Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall 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."

Yes, God knows my need.  And, yours.

Nope, I won't worry.  And, I won't be afraid.  I'll just continue to trust in Him.  For, everything in my life.

Hopefully, you trust Him, as well!

Once again, I thank all who have prayed for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Thank You, Lord!

When I wrote last about my pain issue here in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I was suffering, big time!

After all, do you know anyone who can have surgery and not experience pain?

God provided for me!

My regular nurse was off on Sunday and Monday.  Usually when she's off, a substitute nurse tends to my needs.

C showed up on Sunday.  Oh Lord, was I ever happy to see her!

Not just because she's a nice nurse who has redressed my incision in the past, but also because of what we discussed.  I told C about my pain problem, letting her know I had been in excrutiating pain once the freezing wore off, after last Thursday's surgery.

I mentioned that my regular nurse, who she was substituting for, thought I should take what was prescribed; Oxycodone (the generic form of Percocet).  I explained that while talking to a friend by phone last Friday, my friend suggested I take even less than the half (1/2) tablet that my regular nurse had suggested.

That's what I did on the Friday evening.  I took one quarter (1/4) tablet.

The results weren't good.  I felt nauseous while laying in bed.  And until my mouth began feeling like a desert, I just didn't get up.

Once I did, a vicious began.  Drink a glass of water.  Get up in less than an hour, to use the washroom.  Drink water, etc., etc., etc.

This went on all through the night, all while I felt like vomiting.  I prayed God would help me, and He did.  I never got sick to my stomach.  After all, that would have been detrimental to my recovery.  Thank You, Lord!

My Sunday replacement nurse C, asked what I had been taking for pain.  I explained that I had been taking Ibuprofen.  But, it hadn't been helping me, much.

C asked what dosage I had been taking.  I explained 200 mg tablet x 2 = 400 mg.

She commented that it didn't surprise her that it wasn't helping.  C explained I needed 800 mg, to touch the pain level after surgery.  Ooooeeee!!

And, she further explained that since I am Rheumatoid Arthritic, it's probably good I was taking it, because it acts as an anti-inflammatory agent, as well.  Phew!

The suggestion of increasing to 600 mg, the next time and the full 800 mg after that, when it was time to take meds, I was thankful to hear.  In fact, that's what I did.

Then, I found that a Facebook (FB) friend, who has a medical background, had left a message for me.  Asking what I was taking.

Through FB, I responded; she was online.  She asked me the same questions C had.  And, then she told me that I would need at least 800 mg to attack the pain. 

Wow!  Was I happy to have heard the same thing from two (2) people with medical backgrounds!  After all, I had truly suffered for two (2) days, with the worst pain possible.

What made me even happier, was that on that Sunday evening, after taking the full 800 mg dosage if Ibuprofen, I had some relief from pain. 

Believe me when I say I praised God and thanked Jesus!

Of course, even though it hadn't happened immediately after my surgery, when I experienced such terrible pain that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, I was reminded how He told us He would always take care of our needs.

Yes, God told us that He takes care of the birds of the air and the lilies of the field, and aren't we even more important than they are.  You can read all about it, in Matthew, chapter 6.

The verse that always sticks in my mind concerning situations such as the one I found myself in, is Matthew 6:33, "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."

God knows my heart.  He knows that He comes first in my life.  Always.

And, I praise Him, for providing for my need.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Happy Birthday, Jesus! Merry Christmas!

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), celebrations are in order to wish Jesus Christ, my Saviour, and hopefully yours also, a very Happy Birthday!

Today, is Jesus' birthday.

Okay, reality is that this particular day is not necessarily the actual date of Jesus' birth.  However, society has elected to celebrate His birthday on December 25th.

Some don't agree with this.  I'm not saying I do, either.  But, I will say that since we celebrate the births of our children and other family members, there is certainly no reason to not celebrate Jesus' birthday. 

The way God's Word, the Bible, describes hell, I know I wouldn't want to be there. Especially not for eternity. Just know, there's no escape.

If you do not yet know Jesus as your Lord and Saviour, I would suggest you reconsider and trust Him, for everything in your life.

After all, He is the Saviour that God the Father sent to earth, to die for the sin of all who will believe.  Mine, and hopefully, yours also.

If Jesus hadn't been obedient to God the Father's plan of redemption, we would not be spending eternity in heaven. Ever.

This is truly a day to celebrate!

On your birthday, I wish you Happy Birthday.  On this day, I wish Jesus, Happy Birthday!

How appropriate to focus on Luke 2:11 today, "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

And to you, my friends, I pray that it is God's will to save you, if you are not already saved.  I would love to be able to spend eternity with you, in Heaven, with our Lord, Jesus Christ.

So, together, let's celebrate His birth.  For if He had not been born, salvation would not have come to any of us.

In case you don't recognize what the cross above is saying, I am wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas!
Until next time...
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Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas Eve!

Anyone who reads Life with Lynnie (LwL) regularly, knows that I am a child of God.  A born-again Christian.  A follower of Christ.

But, I don't just follow.  I do my best to live by the Word of God. 

This may not have always been true in my life, but it is, today.  And, for this, I praise God!

Being Christmas Eve, I thought it appropriate to refer to Luke 1:26-35, "And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary.  And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.  And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be.  And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.  And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JesusHe shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:  And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.  Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?  And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God."

How grateful I am that God sent His only begotten Son, so save a sinner, like me.

How grateful I am that Jesus, God's only begotten Son, came to earth in obedience to God the Father's plan of redemption for us.  To die on a wooden cross, for the sin of all who will believe.

How grateful I am that the Holy Spirit was sent to earth, to convict us of our sin and guide us to Salvation, among other things.

How grateful I am that it was part of my Lord's plan to save me from an eternity in hell.

If you do not yet know Jesus as your Lord and Saviour, please... do it, today.  Trust in Him, with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding.

May you, your family and friends be blessed as you celebrate Christmas.
May Jesus be your reason for the season.
Merry Christmas!
Until next time...
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Sunday, December 23, 2012


As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I have been experiencing much pain.

One of my American online friends, with a medical background, suggested that even if my surgeon is away, there should be another doctor taking over for him.  I agree. 

The thought about trying to arrange another prescription for pain medication, did occur to me, previously.  The reason I hadn't made a call, is because things are done a little differently, here in Canada.

I must admit that this is the first time I've had surgery of a more serious nature, as an outpatient.  Still, pain is pain.

Since I have allergies to several medications, including Codeine, there truly is very little available to help me with the pain.  That's why whenever I've been in hospital after having surgery, I was given Morphine.

Without even recalling what happened to me while in hospital, my surgeon just wrote the prescription for Percocet; the drug store didn't have it on my list of allergies, because the truth is no one knows for sure if I am allergic to it, or just sensitive to it.

So, that's what I received.  Well, the generic brand, Oxycodone.

After having surgery early in the morning last Thursday, and after having nothing for pain throughout the day and evening, I was in agony when my prescriptions arrived, about 9 p.m.  Antibiotics and that pain medication.

And was heartbroken when I saw what was sent.

I can only say that when I tell medical people that Percocet makes me vomit, they usually laugh.  Well, it was no laughing matter when I was in the hospital in September. 

After being taken off Morphine on the day I was leaving the hospital, the nurse gave me a Percocet pill.  I told her I didn't want it, that I would prefer something else. 

She insisted I needed to take it, so I did.  And, I sat waiting for the discharge papers to arrive.  It was actually good that the papers hadn't arrived yet, because after I had gotten dressed, I sat feeling nauseous.

Thinking I should empty my bladder, I went into the washroom.  Just after becoming seated, and without warning, I vomited... everywhere.

The hospital ended up not discharging me; I stayed another two (2) days, until the substitute doctor felt I was well enough to go home.

Some people may have laughed when I said we do not have the same range of medications in Canada, as they do in USA, but I believe it is true.

A few years ago, when my husband Gordon was still alive, and just before we found the vitamin supplement I still take, because it has literally improved my health and changed my life, we took a trip with some friends to Florida.  I won't go into detail, except to say that because my immune system was compromised due to having Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), I knew in my heart I was going to become ill, because someone in our group was sick as we travelled.

Sure enough, within a few days, I got sick.  So sick that I couldn't even leave our hotel rooms, and had to lie down as we moved from city to city.

Shortly before we were due to leave to come home, Gordon took me to an emergency room near Daytona, because my ill health had reached the point where I couldn't breathe. 

Phew!  Were we ever thankful for his good medical coverage from work!

US$1286.00 later, and after having ventolin treatment and many tests done, Gordon was given prescriptions for me.  The doctor told me that I would have no trouble travelling home.  He let me know that even I, myself, would feel like I wasn't sick.

And, he was right!  Please don't ask me what it was he prescribed, because I cannot recall.  What I can say, is that he gave me only enough to get home and see my family doctor. 

Well, upon arriving home, I did see my family doctor.  He told me he wished he could write me a prescription for the same drugs.  But, he couldn't.  Our Canadian laws didn't allow for it.  Those drugs weren't available in Canada.

With what my family doctor prescribed back then, I suffered greatly as it took several weeks before I was healed.  No relief, like the American drugs were!

Oh well... here I go, again.  Needing medication that will help and not harm me. 

Of course, I know that my help is from God.  Not man, always.  Although, God does provide help for us, through people, at times. 

Still, I was reminded of Psalm 121:2, "My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."

Yes, my Lord provided for me, in my time of need way back when Gordon and I were in Florida.  And, He will provide for me, again.  Of this, I am sure.

Meanwhile, I thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 22, 2012

Remaining Steadfast...

As I mentioned in previous Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, I had surgery.

The not great news is that I am not able to sit up, easily.  It's painful.  So, I won't be writing a long entry, once again.

The good news is that the surgeon found that it was not a pocket of the worst that could have happened to me.  A bacterial infection.

Instead, it was a pocket of inflammation.  Not quite as serious.  Still, surgery was the only way to clear it from my body.

While I am happy that I can now be content that I should heal now, I must say once again that it isn't easy being in pain.  If I were in hospital, it would be easier to keep my pain under control. 

That isn't the case, since I am at home.

The alternative to having this surgery on short notice and having to recover fully at home, would have been to wait several months until a hospital bed would have been available to me.  As my surgeon explained, by the time this would have happened, it could have been dangerous to me, had the pocket of fluid been a bacterial infection, so I must be grateful even for the pain I am experiencing.


This brought to mind James 1:12, "Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him."

Yes, this whole ordeal has been one huge trial.  Not just due to being in pain, but also putting my life on hold, and not being able to work, as I normally do.

Oh well, God is in control.  So, I'll just continue trusting Him.  And, I'll continue praying not just for full, restorative healing, but also for this trial to end.

Again, I thank you for praying for healing for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Friday, December 21, 2012


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I let you know that I had my surgery.  And, I mentioned that I would let you know at a later date, more details.

Well, it will have to wait.  It's not just due to me having too much pain.  It's mainly due to the fact that I can hardly sit at the computer long enough to tell you.

I will say that I am tired of having pain and suffering on a regular basis.  But, at least there is a good reason for this, now.

That reminds me of 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."

I truly praise God for that verse.  Maybe if my pain were under better control, I would feel differently.  But then, I'm not in hospital where I would have morphine.

Oh well.  No matter what, God is in control.  So, I will continue to trust Him.

Again, I thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Surgery, Done!

Today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry is rather short.

This morning, I had surgery.  I came through it, okay.  Thank You, Lord!

Trusting in Him, reminded me of Exodus 23:25, "And ye shall serve the Lord your God, and he shall bless thy bread, and thy water; and I will take sickness away from the midst of thee."

Yes,  I may not be perfect, but I serve my Lord, the best I can.  He provides for me.  And, I trust Him to heal me, by taking away this sickness that I am in the midst of.

With regards to my surgery, I will tell you about it, another time.  Too tired and in too much pain at the moment.

Thank you for praying for me.  Blessings to you, friend.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

H. B. P! & Timing...

As I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday, I had a very busy and disturbing day.  Today was no different.

In fact, I might even say that today was an even busier day than yesterday, in some ways.

One thing I praise God for, is that the real estate deal I was working on, came together.  Thank You, Lord!  I must say that His timing is always perfect. 

If it were up to me, things probably wouldn't have worked out the way they did, over the past couple of days.  After all, I was not in control over the timing of what I am facing, tomorrow.  Surgery, that is.  But, God is always in control... and He provided.  Thank You, Lord!

After completing paperwork and having to drive around town, I made my way to the hospital.  I was scheduled to attend the pre-admissions clinic, to be checked over and ensure that those who need my info, would have it.

After having bloodwork done, blood pressure checked, my heart checked, etc., I made my way back to my van.

Talk about being exhausted!

Could I go home and rest?  Absolutely, not!  You see, today is a family member's birthday.  My daughter, P!

Happy Birthday, P!

Eventually, I made my way to P's home.  We had dinner and celebrated P's birthday.  In the pic below, my daughter P is seated and surrounded (clockwise) by Z, K, D and S.

Happy Birthday, P!

I must say that this did my heart good being able to finally drive and celebrate a family member's birthday. 

Although, my grandsons let me know that they miss me baking birthday cakes!  Everyone's hoping I'll be able to lift baking equipment to be able to once again, bake and decorate cakes that my family enjoys.

Driving home, all I could think of was collapsing into bed.  After all, I only had about two and a half (2 1/2) hours sleep last night.  Stress?  Maybe. 

I believe it was more to do with thinking about everything I needed to do, today.  And, thinking about how long it will be before I am able to function even as well as I've been doing, lately.

Yesterday, the surgeon/doctor explained to me that after he opens me up, cleans me out and checks to see if the mesh has been affected, he will not be stitching me up.

My incision will be left open and I will have to heal from the inside, out.  This usually takes much longer than when stitches are used. 

A nurse will be cleaning and packing the open incision, daily.  For how long?  Only God knows.  But, it will probably be for a lengthy period of time, to be sure.

Great!  Off work, once again!

Arriving home, I realized that I needed to do laundry.  Even though I am not really supposed to be doing this, because of having to bend and lift, I did it, just as I did in the past. 

Like on my birthday.  Since I spent that day alone, I decided on that evening to do my laundry.  After all, being alone, there's no one to help me.  And, I just couldn't have left it any longer.

Just like back then, I got my laundry done, tonight!  Dishes, too!  And, paperwork that I will need within the next few days to complete the deal I've been working on.

Phew!  I'm exhausted!  Hopefully, I'll sleep well, tonight!

While I am rather sad about having this upcoming surgery, I am also grateful that God has provided for me.  I trust Him for everything in my life.  As, I'm sure you know.

And, His timing is always perfect. 

Of course, God told us in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:  A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace."

I am praying that this is the time God will provide total, restorative healing for me.  Only He knows for sure.  But, I am trusting Him.  Just as I always do.

Of course, if it turns out to be God's time for me to die, nothing will change God's plan.  At least I know that because I'm trusting in Jesus Christ for my salvation, I will spend eternity in heaven, with Him.

Thank you, to all who are praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned how happy I was that God had revealed truth to me.  Even if it was over something minor in life.

Today, something a little more important happened.

Just as I finished up some real estate work I was doing for a deal in progress, my phone rang.  It was my surgeon/doctor's office calling.

The secretary told me that the doctor wanted to see me as soon as possible.  She said I didn't need an appointment time, that I should just get there as quickly as I could.

Hmmm... this didn't sound good to me, and I told her so.  She commented that the doctor needed to speak to me about something important.

Arriving at the surgeon's office, I had to wait while he finished up with some patients.  Then, I was led into one of his examination rooms.

He thanked me for his Christmas card and gift.  Then, he began explaining to me why he needed to see me.

I was shown the form used to request a second ultrasound test; it clearly said ASAP in large letters at the top of the page.  The response from the hospital had been for an appointment at the end of January 2013.

My surgeon explained they resubmitted the request, making sure the hospital knew that it was urgent that I have another ultrasound test done.  The response was exactly the same.  No earlier appointment date.

This caring doctor asked if I felt improved, worse or about the same.  I responded that I actually felt worse.  The swelling feels like it has expanded to be larger, and my pain is definitely stronger.

Of course, with driving and working, showing homes, getting in and out of my van, I knew it didn't help my pain level any.  Still, I couldn't say I felt improved.  Especially when I am getting pain that seems to spread out across my abdomen, reaching up towards my ribcage, now.

He examined me.

We talked some more.  He explained what he thought the problem was.  Even though he let me know he does not know this to be fact yet, he believes that the previous ultrasound showed a pocket of fluid.

It was explained to me that if the pocket of fluid is bacterially infected, or inflammation, this would not be good.  He drew me diagrams of his explanation of my body problem, so that I could better understand the situation. 

I commented that I could understand it possibly being inflammation.  After all, I do have a rare Rheumatoid Arthritic condition called, Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), and it affects the whole body.

Of course, I realized that it could also be bacterial infection.

Then, I was given a choice.  Wait until the end of January 2013, to have another ultrasound, and possibly wait more time to have further testing done, to confirm what he believes the trouble is that's happening inside me, or I could agree to have surgery.

My doctor explained that ultimately, surgery was likely, no matter when it happened.  The difference being, not just that it would be a long drawn out affair, waiting for confirmation of the situation.  But, that if we did this, and if it turned out to be infection or inflammation that could affect my body further, I may end up requiring more extensive surgery.

He let me know that if I decided to let him open me up, clean me out and determine the severity of my healing problem, it may lead to quicker recovery.  The alternative, if we waited too long, if we found out he was correct in his diagnosis, could lead to much more major surgery.

You see, if the inflammation, or infection were go not just continue spreading as it seems to have been doing, but do deeper into my body, then I may have to face major, major surgery, where the mesh inside me may have to be removed.

In his opinion, it was better to do this more minor in nature surgery, clean me out and find out to what extent the problem is, in an effort to thwart any further ill health and try to create a more healing situation.  But, he also let me know it was up to me.

Since I had already been praying about this situation, I knew what my answer to him was, without any further discussion.

I agreed to have the surgery he suggested.  Thursday this week, the day after tomorrow, I will be at the hospital having surgery. 

Trusting my surgeon and trusting God is about all I can do at the moment.  But trust, I will continue to do. 

After all, God told us in Jeremiah 30:17, "For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after."

There have been times when I have felt like an outcast.  And, due to all the trials and troubles in my life, I've also felt from time to time like a female Job.  Unloved.  Unwanted.  Misunderstood.

But, God loved me.  Always.

He loved me so much, that He sent His only begotten Son, to die on the cross, and be resurrected, to save me from an eternity in hell, through my trust in Him.

For this, I will be eternally grateful.  Thank You Lord, for loving me.  I'll trust in You, always.  Even for my physical restoration.

Until next time...

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Monday, December 17, 2012


As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I worshipped at church.

Not at my church and not at the church I went to last Sunday.  Not the church where a new singles group is located.

With regards to the new singles group, it matters not which church people worship at.  All Christian singles are welcome to attend the Tim Horton's (Timmy's) located at Tecumseh Rd. E., Tecumseh; across the street from the TD Canada Trust banking centre.

So, after the worship service, and after speaking with a couple of friends who are members of the church where I worshipped yesterday, I made my way to Timmy's.

Looking at the time on my van's clock, I thought I would find everyone already there.  It seemed I was running later than anticipated.

Arriving at that location of Timmy's, I entered to find that no one was there!

My first thought was that maybe they hadn't arrived, yet.  Then, I recalled the time I looked at, while in my van.  Nope.  They should have been there, by now.

Then, I had another thought.  I recalled the group's organizer, Y telling us that they may change the location of  Timmy's, because this particular one didn't have a very large seating area.

Ah... yes!  I climbed back into my van and drove further east, to the Timmy's located at Tecumseh Rd., at Manning Rd.  Technically, this is still in the town of Tecumseh, but it is on the border of St. Clair Beach.

I was totally shocked to see that once again, no one from the singles group was there!

Climbing in my van, I thought that I probably wouldn't find the group, even if I checked out other locations.  So, I decided that I would just drive home.

Once in my apartment, I got organized and changed my clothes.  Being comfy, I turned on the television (tv). 

Checking the TV guide, I thought I'd watch a movie.  Oh, but it began an hour ago.  Being disappointed, I thought that maybe I would just watch the last half of the movie, or maybe find something else to watch.

Looking at my livingroom clock, at first I was shocked!  How could it be that time?  My van had said an hour later, than the clock I was looking at in my home.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks! 

With being ill, recovering from surgery, and not being able to drive until recently, there was something I had not yet done.  That was change the time in my van.

Boy, did I feel stupid!

I realized that I had made a grave error in judgement.  I realized that when I thought I was late arriving at the first Timmy's, I wasn't late.  I was early!

With me being early, it meant that those who were planning to enjoy some fellowship time there, hadn't yet arrived.  And, here I had errantly thought they should have been enjoying coffee, lunch, or whatever.  While I had expected them to already be there, I realized I had been wrong in my thinking.

My discernment regarding the situation was off, due to the clock time being wrong.  At first, I felt like I had been walking in darkness.  And, rather upset with myself, to boot!

Hmmm... the thought about walking in darkness reminded me of Ephesians 5:8, "For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light:"

When I thought of that verse, I could only laugh at myself.  Yes, God had turned on the light, and had revealed the truth to me.  Just as He does in all things.

While it didn't change the outcome of the situation, I was grateful that God had revealed this truth to me.  Just so I would know the truth.

When I am asked later this week why I didn't join the group, I'll have to tell my friends about what happened, if they haven't already read this entry.  Hopefully, they'll laugh like I did.

One thing is for certain, I do my best to walk as light in the world.  I trust God for everything in my life and do what I can to bring light into the darkness of the world we live in.  A sinful society.  Hopefully, you do too, friend.

Until next time...

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Sunday, December 16, 2012


If you know me in real life, or if you have read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll know that I love my Lord's day.  SONday!

You're probably aware that I have been doing my Christmas visitation and deliveries lately, to clients and friends.  Not only is this time consuming, but it is very hard on me physically.  Especially, since my incision is still causing me problems.  Not to mention that the swelling and pain I experience doesn't make life easy.

Yesterday, I had a rather full day.  By last evening, I was physically done in.  Tired.  Worn out.  Exhausted, to say the least.

The pain I was experiencing made me think that I might not go worship, today.

Of course, my conscience kept making me think this wasn't a good idea.  After all, if I was able to push myself to do what I needed to do on other days, I should do so for my Lord, too.

Before climing into bed last night, I actually took two (2) Ibuprofen.  Not one (1), but two (2).

To be honest, I'm not sure if they assisted me in drifting off to sleep right away, or if I did so because I was just so tired.  In any case, I am grateful that I not only fell asleep quickly, but am also thankful that I slept well through the night.

None of that sleep for a couple hours and then get up for several more hours, before returning to bed for another couple hours.  Not for me.  Not last night!  Thank You, Lord!

While lying awake this morning, thinking that I wouldn't really like to get up, my phone rang.  It was a Facebook (FB) friend of mine from Germany, I.  I and her husband met with me last year when they were visiting another FB friend.  And, we've kept in touch ever since.

After our conversation ended, I forced myself to get up.  And, moving.  After all, I am not dead, yet.  I am still living.

Every time I thought about how worn out I felt, before even beginning the day, I thought about how Satan was just trying to distract me. 

Knowing that I wanted to honour God, I did not want to allow myself to be distracted on this, His day of honour.  I reminded myself that when I came to Christ, became saved, and was baptized, I vowed to my Lord, to always die to self, and put Him first in my life.

This reminded me of Galatians 2:20, "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me."

How grateful I am for Jesus.  For the love He had for me, even before I was even conceived.  And, for the love He showed me, you and all who believe upon Him, when He sacrificed His life so we could be saved from an eternity in Hell.

While I try to honour God every day, I put myself into gear and went to worship.  And, was glad I did. 

Hopefully, you did, also!

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Broken Hearts...

Yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry was rather upsetting.  For me to write.  And, for some to read.

In today's Windsor Star (WS), on the front page, this article was posted, entitled:  Broken Hearts

This was the story printed about the school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, USA, where a gunman entered the school and shot people.

When I wrote yesterday's entry, numbers of people shot and some other information had not yet been confirmed.

As per the WS, a total of 28 people were killed.  20 children, plus 6 adults who were in the school, and the shooter himself, who died there.  In addition, the shooter's mother was found murdered in her home.

Although the WS article does not mention this, I heard elsewhere yesterday, that there was also one (1) person injured.  Indeed, all involved in the school as well as others, suffered trauma that may stay with them, for many years to come.

Adam Lanza, 20 years old, was confirmed to be the shooter, who died at the school.  Apparently, he was carrying his 24 year old brother's identification on him, so at first this was confusing to those who were in charge of giving information relating to this crime.

On Facebook (FB), people from USA, Canada and other countries in the world were asking, 'what can be done about this?'.  To which most people replied with ideas referring to gun control, etc.  Some even commented, 'nothing'.

I beg to differ.  There is something that can be done. 

Of course, nothing will change the current situation.  What was done, was done.  No changing that.

But, there is something that we Christians can do.  We can pray.

We can pray that it is God's will to not have tragedies like this occur, again.  We can pray that it is God's will that He be restored into the school systems that generations ago removed Him.  And, more.

One of my FB friends L, who lives in Missouri (MO), USA, told me that in her area, the school system is in the process of restoring God into the schools!  Praise God for this!

As I mentioned yesterday, had this fellow who was the shooter, been a child of God, this horrible situation might never have happened.

We, as Christians need to be praying that God will be restored into school systems, everywhere, including here in Canada.  Why do I say, we Christians and not just we people?

God's Word, the Bible, teaches that God does not have to hear the prayers of unbelievers.  But, He does hear the prayers of His Children. 

God told us in 2 Chronicles 7:14, "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."

Yes, brothers and sisters in the Lord, we who are called by God, need to humble ourselves and pray.  We need to seek His face.  We need to repent or turn from our wicked ways.  Then, the Lord will hear from heaven, forgive the sin and heal our lands.

This promise from God makes no reference to unbelievers, because as I previously stated, He doesn't have to hear any prayer from unbelievers, from those who do not belong to Him.

So friends, I pray that those of you who are born-again Christians, will do exactly that.  Humble yourself, pray, seek His face, and repent or turn away from any sin.  Then, and only then, will our lands be healed.

May God wrap His loving arms around those who were affected by this sinful tragedy.  May many come to Christ, and be saved for all eternity.  After all, God uses everything in our lives, even the bad stuff, to lead us to Him.

Until next time...

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Friday, December 14, 2012

Death...and Eternity...

Today, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I was going to write more about my attendance at my real estate board's gala.  However, with today's heartbreaking news, I decided to not do so, today.

As you are probably aware, there was a devastating thing that happened in Newtown, Connecticut, USA.

A school shooting occurred. 

As per this link for The Globe and Mail, the shooter was a 24 year old male.  It is confirmed that he is dead within the school.

The gunman was from Newtown, and his mom was a kindergarten teacher, in the school.  As per the television newscasts currently being aired, his mom may have not been at school.

Police are making arrangements to enter his mom's home.  Apparently, it appears that there is a body in the house.  It may possibly be his mom.

Actually, I just heard that there are two (2) bodies in the house.

Hearing all this broke my heart.

Tears flowed.  Prayers went up to heaven.

What a terrible thing, for anyone to do.  It matters not, why it happened; his motive is irrelevant. 

The fact is, there are many who have been affected by this tragedy.  Many will suffer for the rest of their lives, from the trauma.

Many may have physical ailments, as a result.  And, of course, many have children who have lost their lives, earlier than parents and other family members ever dreamed was possible.

To me, this happening is just one more piece of evidence that God is not first and foremost in the hearts of the majority of people. 

As I wrote yesterday, God commanded us to have no other gods before Him.  His desire is for us to have enough love, respect and commitment to Him, to put God first in our lives.

Did the shooter do this?  Absolutely, not.

Every time something like this happens, I am reminded how awful it was that God was removed from schools.  In USA, and here in Canada, too.

God may have given us freewill to elect to follow Him, or not, but without God in the school systems, it proves that those who have not come from committed Christian homes, really truly have no way of getting to know the God of the Bible.  The one who created heaven and earth.  And, the one who sent His only begotten Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, to earth to die on a wooden cross for the sin of all who will believe.

I can only wonder how many people came to know Jesus, through God being in the school systems, previously.  However, the fact remains that if people do not learn about Him, they do not follow Him.

The Bible teaches that there will be more and more of heartbreaking things that happen, here in our world.  Especially, the closer we get to Jesus coming in the sky, but not to earth, to call His church up to heaven.  Commonly called in our generation, the rapture.

Yes, God told us in many Bible verses that awful things will happen.

One that came to mind was Matthew 10:21, "And the brother shall deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child: and the children shall rise up against their parents, and cause them to be put to death."

While it is not yet confirmed whether or not the shooter's mother was murdered in her home, and if so, whether or not it was by him, it seems highly likely.

No matter how sad this occurrence is, and no matter how heartbroken we feel, we who know God's Word, and read and believe what our Bible teaches, understand that these things will happen.  Hopefully, not to me.  And, hopefully, not to you.  But, it will happen.

Please join me in prayer for all who have been affected by this heartbreaking tragedy.

Please pray for those who were injured, physically and/or emotionally.  Pray for the families of all those affected, as there will be much to deal with in their lives.  And, of course, pray for the families of those who were murdered.

Nothing more can be done. 

It's too late to pray for those who are dead.  Contrary to some religious beliefs, the Bible teaches us that those whose lives were lost, will either spend eternity in Heaven, or in Hell.  There's no middle road.  And, prayer cannot move people into heaven.

Only those who were trusting/believing in Jesus, will spend eternity with our Lord, in heaven.  The rest, will spend eternity in Hell, unfortunately.

One thing I am convinced can be done, is that we believers can pray that God will be restored into the school systems.  In my opinion, this is the only way that those who are being raised in non-Christian environments, can get to know Him.

May God bless the person who turned on the sound system, so that teachers could be alerted that there was a problem, and try to protect their students and lock up their classrooms.  It was just announced that the shooting was contained to one section of the school, in two (2) rooms.

Yet, 26 people are confirmed dead, and one (1) person injured.

It may or may not have been the principal, who was murdered, who opened the sound system.  Whoever did this, I pray that person is/was saved, and may that person be blessed by God. 

If not for this, many more lives would have been lost.  Sigh...

Ultimately, God's will is always done. 

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 13, 2012

First Place!

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about driving, once again.

As I've said before, I haven't been cleared to drive by the doctor, but I decided that if the nurse no longer needed to attend to my incision problem, then I should be okay to drive.

Whether or not my doctor would agree, is another story. 

Had I been able to see him tomorrow, as originally planned, I would have asked him.  But, since his office cancelled my appointment, due to the fact that I need to have more testing done before I see him, I won't have the chance to do so.

Ah, well... I suppose I could have waited until I see him at the newly appointed time, except that I don't know when that will actually be.  After all, I won't be able to see him, until after he's received the upcoming test results that may not happen for many weeks, yet.

So, if you were wondering why I decided to make the decision to drive without my doctor's approval, that's why.

It was actually last Friday evening, when I began driving, again.  That was the evening of my real estate board's Christmas dinner.  Oops... I mean... fund-raising Gala.

It is rather upsetting to me that people everywhere tend to want to put non-believers ahead of God. 

And, that's what's being done when people buy a Holiday tree and not a Christmas tree.  Or, say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas.

Does this mean that people shouldn't say Happy Hanukkah?  Of course not!  If you're addressing a situation where Jewish people are involved, that is perfectly acceptable.  Isn't it?

And, Islamic people celebrate Ramadan and Eid.  No one is making these people change what their celebration times are being called.

Of course, most people don't speak up and complain that they are being insulted by Muslim celebrations.  I can only wonder why.

Many are the same people who complain about Christians calling Christmas, Christmas!

Why is this?  In my opinion, it's because Christians are not accepted in society.  Not today, not yesterday, and probably not ever.

But, this doesn't change the fact that God is the same yesterday, today and forever. 

And, He told us in His first commandment, as written in Exodus 20:3, "Thou shalt have no other gods before me."

Wow!  As I just stated, this was God's first commandment.  This was obviously the most important commandment God gave us, since it took top priority.  It took first place, in His list of commandments to us.

And, I have committed myself to put God first in my life.  As have other truly born-again believers. 

Since God comes first in my life, I will not bow down to other gods.  Nor, will I allow my beliefs to take a back seat when others who are not believers try to say that I shouldn't be insulting to them. 

My intention is not to hurt anyone.  My intention is to honour God, as He directed me to do.

If anyone doesn't like this, well... what can I say?  I feel sorry for them, since they have not shown me or fellow Christians any love.  And, I will continue to pray, not just for those who support me, but also for those who don't.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Painfully Trusting...

If you've read recent entries in Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I began to drive again, the other day.

Once my nurse told me she was going to discharge me, because there wasn't anything more she could do for me, I made the decision to drive.  With or without my doctor's approval.  After all, if I'm healed enough to no longer need nursing care for my not-quite-healed incision, then I should be well enough to drive.

Okay.  I realize this is not the same thing.  Especially, since I am not healed, fully. 

The trouble is, I have no idea when I will be fully healed.  Nor does anyone else, it seems.  Not my nurse, nor my doctor/surgeon.  No one. 

Only God.

At this point in time, only God knows what plans are in store for me.  Only God knows if I will require more surgery, or not.

And, with Christmas rapidly approaching, I thought I should just pray about the issue of driving.  Which I did.  And, made the decision to move forward and trust God.

After all, it seems to be that whether or not my incision is fully healed, I am still at risk.  Since no one knows what is causing the swelling, the redness/purple colouring and the pain.

The pain.

It is a pain, where you can't put a plaster.  Sorry for the not quite loving joke I just made.  But, it is a royal pain, not being able to do everything for myself, and having to rely on others.

Of course, the pain I experience isn't fun, either. 

There are days when I just feel pressure.  Other days, I have tenderness with a little amount of pain.  Then, there are other days, when I have great pain.  Like today.

Usually, I just take a deep breath and carry on doing very little.  But, as of late, I've been trying to get stuff done, that I didn't think I would be able to do.

So, how am I doing it?  By trusting in my Lord, every second of every day.

This reminded me of Psalm 20:7, "Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God."

God told us to trust only Him.  Not man.  And, not in ourselves.

After all, our strength comes from the Lord.  At least, this applies to all God's children, who are trusting in Him.  Like me.  And hopefully, you also.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, December 11, 2012


As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, Banwell Community Church (BCC) has begun a new church group.  For singles.

Does this mean that every single person who participates with the group needs to worship there?  Absolutely not.  It is not a requirement.

Of course, by hosting the group and allowing participants to use the church facilities, some people may be encouraged and decide to worship, there.

It was a couple of weeks ago, when I first found out about the new group.  My Tim Horton's (Timmy's) friend Y sent an e-mail out to all who attend Timmy's

And, she called me.  Not just to let me know about the group, but also to invite me to attend a karaoke evening that had been scheduled for Thursday, November 29th.

In fact, Y offered me a ride if I wanted to join in the fun for the evening.  Since this was at a time when I was not yet driving, I took her up on the offer.

Y picked me up.  In her car, my friends L and M, were also there.  So, the four (4) of us headed off to the Canadian Anglo Club of Windsor, on Lauzon Rd.

We joined some others at a table, where they were already having a good time.  More people arrived and the group expanded, somewhat.

This was my first evening out in several months. 

I must say that it did my heart good.  Not just to be able to get up and sing, but mostly due to being able to have something to do.  Something to fill some time with, rather than being at home alone, looking at the same four (4) walls, day in and day out.

We laughed and had a good time.  At least, it seemed that way to me!  For sure, I had a good time.  And, truly felt blessed, being with friends.  Yes, I knew most of the people in attendance.

Having a good time, is great.  But, God also allows us to have not-so-good times.

'Good and not-so-good' times made me reflect upon God's Word, once again.  Normally, I use King James Version (KJV) when I quote Bible verses.  But, today, I felt the New International Version's (NIV) quote seemed more representative or clearer about what I wanted to say.

God told us in Ecclesiastes 7:14, "When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider this:  God has made the one as well as the other.  Therefore, no one can discover anything about their future."

It may not be easy to be happy in the not-so-good times we experience in life.  But, we must be happy in all things. 

I praise God for His Word.  And, I thank Him for giving it to us.  We may not know what our future holds, but we know who holds our future!

If you're not regularly reading your Bible, I would suggest you do so.  You'll be surprised what you discover. 

Hey!  You can join me!  I read through the entire Bible, every year.  January 1st, 2013, I will begin reading Genesis 1, once again!

In the meantime, read the book of John.  Then, once done, read Acts and Romans Romans is my favourite.  Enjoy!  May God bless you!

Until next time...

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Monday, December 10, 2012


As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I am thankful for God's mercy to me.

Yesterday, I knew I was going to be out driving, so I made sure I went to worship.  After all, it was SONday.  My Lord's day!

And, it had been what seemed like forever, since I last worshipped with brothers and sisters in Christ, at a brick and mortar location!

Once again, I didn't drive to the church across town, where I normally worship.  Instead, I worshipped at a church closer to my home.  Banwell Community Church is where I went.

The reason I worshipped there yesterday, had nothing to do with the location of the church building.  It had to do with a friend.

One of the women from our singles' coffee time, where participants meet at Tim Horton's (Timmy's) once per month, invited me and others, to worship with her at Banwell C.C.

Y, is a pastor, who is not working in that capacity, at the moment.  She is on an outreach committee at her church.  A couple of weeks ago, Y notified all the single people she knows that Banwell C.C. is creating a single's group. 

When Y called me Saturday, I told her I would join everyone for worship.  Afterwards, those who could make it, were all going to meet at a nearby location of Timmy's.  I committed to join the group there, also.

One thing that was nice about the worship service yesterday, was the fact that it was a day for baptisms.  Six (6) people were baptized.  Hallelujah!

Hmmm... this reminded me of Mark 16:16, where Jesus told us, "He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned."

My friend, many people I know were baptized as infants.  Like me.  However, it was not my choice this happened.  Nor, did it have any salvific value. 

So, if you are a believer in our Lord, Jesus Christ, and have not yet made a decision to be baptized, then I would suggest you read the New Testament part of the Bible.  There, you'll find out for yourself that in order to be obedient to God's Word and His leading, every believer must be baptized. 

I did it.  Yes, even though I had been baptized/christened as an infant, many years ago, I made the decision to honour God and His Word.  In obedience to Him.  And, was baptized, symbolizing dying to myself... and living for Christ.

Please know I pray for you.  Regularly.

Until next time...

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Sunday, December 9, 2012

Mercy! Mercy...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that my friend V brought to me several banana bread loaves; some with chocolate chips, some with apple, and some with raisin.  Again, I thank you V!

When I found out earlier this week that my nurse was going to discharge me from care, I decided that even if the doctor hadn't cleared me to drive, I would drive.  After all, even though I am not fully healed, like the nurse told me, it seems I am healed well enough to no longer need nursing care.  So, I elected to drive, this weekend.

Usually by now, I've got all my Christmas cards written, gifts wrapped and mostly delivered to friends and clients, by now.  This year, I wondered if I would be able to even be able to do this.  Consequently, I hadn't worked diligently at completing my normal plan.

Please understand, it's not that I didn't want to make my rounds this year, as I normally do.  It was more a case that if I wasn't able to drive, how would I do this?

I am truly grateful for the help my daughter B and her friend S, have been to me.  But, the only times I was guaranteed help, was when I had a medical appointment scheduled. 

Once again, I thank them and God for providing for me. 

But, who would I have gotten to drive me around not just my city, but also out into the county areas?  I felt it would have been too much to ask of anyone to do this.

Especially, since I wasn't able to easily get in and out of any vehicle.  What would I have done?  Asked them to hop in and out, ringing doorbells of homes that are owned by people they don't even know?

I didn't think so.  After all, it would have taken up mega hours of driving, and delivering.  Where would they have found that time?

B has her hands full.  She has her own family.  And, her own responsibilities.

So, if you're wondering why I pushed myself to begin this Christmas gift delivery campaign this year, that's why.  I truly felt that if I couldn't do it for myself, it just wouldn't get done.

Now you know why I was thankful that my friend V did what she did on such short notice.  And, I'm thankful that B had helped me pick up other gift items, recently.

It may be my loving heart that likes to do this not just for work, but for friends as well.  But, it's B, V and God's loving hearts that made it possible for me, this year.  Again, I must say how thankful I am! 

And, I thank God for His mercy.  He showed me great mercy, by changing my health situation, just enough to allow me to do what I knew in my heart I wanted to do.

This reminded me of Psalm 31:7, " I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;"

Yes, the Lord knew my situation. 

He knew my heart's desire, and sadness about the thought of not being able to celebrate with Christmas spirit, the way I like to.  And, He made a way, where there didn't seem to be one.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Saturday, December 8, 2012


As I've been writing about a lot lately in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I haven't been feeling the greatest.

Since it wasn't clear to me if I was going to be able to drive before Christmas, I had sort of made up my mind, that I was not going to go visit my friends and past clients this year.  lol  Many past clients have become friends!!!

Usually, I have Christmas cards written, and visit each client/friend.  Not for a lengthy visit, but just for short time, to wish them and their families Merry Christmas.  After all, many of these people have become friends through our past experience!

With not knowing if I was going to be able to drive, before Christmas, I didn't think I would be doing any visitation.  And, not being able to lift much of anything, just the thought of me doing what I normally do, made me cringe... thinking about what it would do to me, physically.

However, once my nurse told me she would be discharging me shortly, I thought differently.  After all, even though I don't have clearance from the doctor, if she's discharging me because there isn't anything more she can do for me, I should be able to drive, then.


Knowing that I had in my possession some things I needed to use in this endeavour, I began to arrange my thoughts so that I would work on becoming better organized to do what I need to do.  Even if I am really behind schedule!

And, I called a friend of mine who is wonderful at cooking and baking.  Everything V makes is delicious! 

A couple of years ago, V began baking banana breads in different varieties.  Some with raisins, some with chocolate chips, and some with apple. 

Knowing that I like to support friends like her, who make things and sell them, I ordered some from her, in the past.  People who received them as gifts loved them.  So, I decided to do this, once again.

After my nurse left this morning, for the final time, V called me.  She let me know she would be bringing my order of breads to me, at my apartment.  How wonderful of her!  Thank you, V.  May God bless you for doing this.

When V arrived, she let me know that in addition to what I had ordered from her, she brought me a banana bread for myself.  Hmmm... yummy, I thought.  Once again, I thank you, V.  Not just for doing what you did, but for being such a good friend to me.

Talking about friends.  It made me think about what a friend we have in Jesus.  And, the song with the same title.

Of course, a Bible verse came to mind, also.  John 15:15, "Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you."

Wow!  There's no better friend, than Him!  Jesus.

After all, He gave up His life to cleanse those who believe on Him, from their sin.  Like me, from mine.  And you, if you are believing/trusting upon Jesus and the work he did at the cross.

Hopefully, you are trusting in Jesus, for everything in your life.  Please know that I pray for you.

Until next time...

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Friday, December 7, 2012

Without Ceasing...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about conversations with my nurse, D.

Late in the afternoon, after I posted LwL's entry, the surgeon's office called me.  On one hand I was surprised to hear from the secretary.  On the other hand, I wasn't.

What shocked me was how long it took for them to contact me.

When I had the ultrasound test done at the hospital last week, the technician let me know that she would make sure my doctor/surgeon would have the test results and a copy of the ultrasound so he could look at it himself, by last Thursday or Friday.

Of course, I realize he is a busy man.  Still, I thought if something showed up, I would have heard about it earlier than late Thursday afternoon.

The secretary let me know that I will not be seeing the doctor next week on the 14th, as planned.  Instead, I will be notified when I will be scheduled to have another ultrasound test done, at the hospital.

Be still my heart.

This means waiting, once again.  After all, I waited about three (3) weeks just to hear when I was scheduled for the one I had done last week.  Not to mention the wait time, between when I found out the scheduled date, and the date of when the test was actually done.


I'm sure there are probably some people who have been reading how the nurses who have been treating my incision, have been wondering what is going on inside me.  And, I'm sure some probably thought I was carrying on about nothing.

Well, I wasn't.  There truly is some sort of unnatural situation going on.  Whether or not it will resolve itself without surgery or some sort of medical treatment, I truly don't know.

Although, I must say that the secretary let me know that the test showed a pocket was viewed in the test.  It seems there is a pocket of fluid.

Why this is and where it came from, I don't believe anyone knows, at this time.

Yes, I've been praying that I will not have to have more surgery.  However, in my heart of hearts, I have felt for quite a while now, that I will probably require some sort of medical treatment.

I suppose I will just have to keep praying.

After all, that's what God told us to do, in 1 Thessalonians 5:17, "Pray without ceasing."

This is something I already do.  Pray without ceasing, I mean.

For those who have been praying for me, I want to say that I truly appreciate your loving Christian love, in praying for me.  Thank you, for this, and for continued prayer.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, December 6, 2012


If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) recently, you'll know that I've had trouble with my incision healing.

And, you'll be aware that I drove last Saturday, even though the doctor/surgeon had asked me to not do so, until my incision is fully healed.

Earlier this week, my daughter B picked me up and together, we did some shopping.  Thank you, B!  I am truly thankful for her doing this. 

After all, it is the Christmas season.  And, she has her hands full, as do most people at this time of year.

Even so, there are things I feel I need to do, both for myself and for work. 

How can I rely on her to do it all?  I can't.  Especially since she has five (5) children!  And, she hasn't been well, herself.

By the way, I thank you for praying for B.  She is regaining some use of her right arm, but still has much pain, and cannot fully use it.  May God bless you for continued prayer...

As you have probably read in the past, my doctor/surgeon doesn't really want me to drive.  Not until my incision is healed.  In the condition it has been in, it would prove to be highly dangerous for me, in the event I hit the steering wheel, for any reason.

So, I haven't been driving.  But, with so many things needing to be done, I have been feeling the urge to just go ahead and do what I've been asked to not do.  Drive.

Today, when my nurse D was here to clean and redress my incision (she calls it a wound), she reiterated what she said to me the other day.

D told me that it's almost healed, now.  Talk about an answer to prayer!

Albeit, it's not 100% healed.  However, she explained that the crevasse-like situation has now reached the point where there's not enough of an opening to pack.

In her opinion, there's nothing much she can do for me.  She feels the rest is up to my body, now.

I wasn't sure to praise God or not, when she didn't redress the incision, fully. 

I was instructed to just place a bandage against the area, to protect the wound from any direct contact with the binder I have to wear.  No plastic covering, anymore.  It will now be uncovered when I shower.  And, she feels it will be best to let it have contact with the air, now.

This might sound great, but the fact is, I am nervous about it.

For the first time, since doing so when I was elevated in the hospital bed many weeks ago, I was actually able to see the incision.  Yes, it looks like a wound!

It was clearly evident what she was referring to, when I actually got to see the incision, myself.   But, there is one area that still looks like a hole in my skin, that appears to be deep. 

In any case, D let me know that if it still looks okay on Saturday, she will discharge me.


At first, I was happy to hear this.  After some thought and after seeing the wound, I'm a little nervous.  Oh well, I suppose I just need to trust God for this!  After all, I trust Him in all other things and He doesn't let me down.

Hmmm... just like what it says in Psalm 9:9-10, "The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.  And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee."

I praise God for always being there for me!  He is my refuge and my strength. 

Thank You, Jesus!  You have never forsaken me.  You've always been there, for me.

Just as our Lord is, for you.  He's there for you.  Just call upon His name.  And, trust in Him.

Until next time...

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