Thursday, January 31, 2013


As I have written here in Life with Lynnie (LwL), my nurse visits daily, to clean and redress my still-leaking wound.  Yesterday, was not different.

After she did what she was called to do, I did what I needed to do. 

Trying to dress appropriately for our unusally warm 12C/54F weather, more like a winter heatwave than anything else, was a bit of a concern.  Once ready, I got in my van and did a couple of errands, before heading to the hospital for my CT scan.

Of course, I had to bring my bottle number two (2) of Readi-Cat, as I had been directed to do. 

This potion is a requirement, before the hospital injects the dye used during the CT scan process.  The first 450ml bottle, I drank the evening before my test, before climbing under my covers to snooze the night away. 

Arriving at the hospital, I waited and eventually registered with the Admitting Department, who sent me with paperwork in hand to report at the Imaging Department.  It was here, in the waiting room, where I had to drink two thirds (2/3) of the second bottle of Readi-Cat.

They utilize a system much like some restaurants do.  Each patient is given a disc to carry with them.  In my case, I had been told that when the disc lights up, shakes and makes noise, I was to go down the hall to waiting room 'B'.  Which is what I did.

Once in waiting room 'B', I was directed by nursing staff to sit in a special chair and drink the last one third (1/3) bottle of the supposedly multi-berry smoothie and be set up with a needle inserted into my arm.

Yes, the flavour name is Berry Smoothy.  If I don't laugh at the name, I'll cry.  lol  To me, it should be named... Yuch!  lol

In all honesty, it really wasn't that bad.  At least I didn't retch.  Seriously, I have had to drink worse for various tests, over the years.  Even so, it wasn't pleasurable.

The nurse, who inserted the needle junction, had me move to another seat in the waiting room.  Within a few minutes, my name came up and I was led into the CT scan room.

Once I was in position upon the moving bed, a line was hooked up to my arm.  And, dye injected into me, through this system. 

The test itself didn't take very long.  Only a few minutes.  Afterwards, I thanked those who participated.

Before I left the room, I was told that my surgeon/doctor would have the results within three to four (3-4) days.  Hmmm... since the weekend is coming up, I can only presume it will probably be Monday, before he receives the report.

Time will tell.  Until then, I'll just have to wait.  Patiently.

James 1:19-20, "Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:  For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God."

Even though I wish healing had taken place long before now, I realize I have to be patient.  And, not become angry.  With medical people, with God... and even with myself. 

It's definitely not a righteous thing to do.  To become upset and even angry, I mean.

Especially for a believer, trusting in the Lord, for everything.  After all, our righteousness in and of ourselves is as filthy rags.  The righteousness that means anything, is what we receive from Him... and through Him.

So, I'll continue to wait upon Him.  For He is the author and finisher of everything.  Including my life.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Forget Not...

Hopefully, you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while.  If not, you need to know that I am having nursing care daily.

Ever since my body began draining fluid through the small hole, my wound has been cleaned and redressed, daily.  A while ago, that small hole opened up into a wound much larger.

Then, my nurses began deeply packing the wound.

When they began doing this, I asked if it would block the drainage from happening.  After all, I did not want to have surgery again, especially after having my second (2nd) surgery over the last few months, to remove a pocket of fluid, that turned out to be inflammation.

I was told it would promote healing and not block fluid from exiting my body.

The trouble was, that the flow seemed to slow down.  As it did, I began to feel swollen on the right side of my once again open incision. 

And, I began having pain, again.  Worse pain.

Stabbing-like pain, that spread to my right hip area.  Of course, any coughing or sneezing made me feel like I would die from the knife-like pain.

The other day, I asked my nurse to pack the wound a little lighter, since the packing was even causing me pain.  She agreed to do this.

Yes, my body is still draining fluid. 

My nurse said she couldn't really see any swelling.  At least, until yesterday.

She told me that she could visually see the swollen area, without the need to touch and feel it.  Sigh...

We discussed the fact that I would be having a CT scan done.  And, the idea arose once again, that possibly a sponge or something may have been left behind, inside me, during the first (1st) surgery I had done in September 2012. 

Please know that no one was saying this is fact.  Only a possibility. 

The fact is, no one but God knows what is ailing me, and preventing my healing.  He knows.  He's ordained this whole situation, even if He didn't cause it.  And, He is using it for good, somehow in my life.

And, I trust Him.  For healing.  For everything.

Psalm 103:2-3, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:  Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;"

Yes, I am trusting my Lord, for complete, total, restorative healing.  And, I will do my best to bless Him, in every way I can.

After all, He's the only person who can do this for me.  He's the only one in control of this situation and indeed, every situation in my life.  And, yours.

My prayer for you, is that you also will trust Him for everything in your life.  And, be grateful for the blessings He's given you.  After all, He did tell us to forget not all His benefits!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about our bad weather, and snow.  Yuch!

Today, is a different story.

On today's Windsor, Ontario, Canada's weather is no longer at or below freezing.  In fact, 53F or 12C is supposed to be the high temperature for the day.  Currently, it's only 1 degree less than the expected high temperature.


Tomorrow's forecast is to be rainy, as well. With a high temperature estimated at 56F or 13C.

How grateful I am for this.  Even if it is raining.  And, foggy. 

Of course, most people would rather have rain. It doesn't have to be shoveled!

Even so, it sure is shocking to see that one day it's cold, freezing weather, with snow.  The next, warmer, foggy, with rain downpouring, continuously.

Still, with temperatures going up and down like a yo-yo, people's health will probably be on a roller coaster ride, as well.  When it's not cold enough, ill health usually follows.

Ah, well.

One thing I am grateful for, is that our Lord is not like this.  He's never changing.  Always the same.

God told us so, in Hebrews 13:8, "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever."

He is unchanging.  Always there for us.  Even to the end of the age.

I praise God for this!  Thank You, Lord... for loving those who belong to you.  Those who are the bride of Christ.

If you don't yet know Jesus as your Lord, and Saviour, remember that God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son, so that whosoever believeth on Him will have everlasting life. 

Everlasting life!  With God.  In heaven.  What could be better than this?!

If you would like to belong to the family of God, all you need to do is trust in Him and you will be saved (Acts 16:31).  Don't wait.  Please... do it, today.  No one is guaranteed, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Monday, January 28, 2013

Prayer Heard...

As I've been writing on Life with Lynnie (LwL), my usual daily routine involves staying in.

Since being ill and having trouble recovering, I've done my best to not go out, too often.  After all, with a reduced immune system, having no flu shot, and not being able to take vitamins due to being on antibiotics, I am at high risk to pick up viruses.

Of course, our weather today, made me glad to be indoors.  I'm grateful I didn't have to go anywhere, today. 

Last evening, I was shocked to see it was snowing.  Hmmm... maybe some of you think I live in a snow-covered country, but since my city, Windsor, Ontario, Canada, has a similar status to Northern California, that is a misnomer.

Now, if you drove to London, Ontario, about a two to two and a half (2 - 2 1/2) hour drive from here, that might be a different story.  It seems they are in a nowbelt area, where my city, is not.

I must admit that a few times each winter, we receive snow.  However, much of our winter, we have green grass.  Even if the temperatures reflect cold weather.

Not only did it snow last evening, but we also had freezing rain through the night.  Apparently, the roads were a mess, this morning.

When I awoke, I fully expected to have to go out into the poor weather, this morning.

You see, a friend of mine, a fellow realtor had a doctor's appointment, today.  She's the same person I gave a ride to the other day, to our education seminar, because her car had broken down.

Last evening, she called me and explained that she thought her vehicle had been repaired, but there was still a problem.  And, she asked me if I would drive her to her doctor's appointment, today.  I agreed to do so, in an effort to be a loving friend.

Upon awaking this morning, I prayed once again, that God would make a way for me to not have to go out, today. 

I truly didn't feel the best myself, and didn't really want to have to fight the slick and slippery roads today, if I didn't have to.  And, I didn't really want to place myself in a situation where I was with someone who had become sick.  Yet, I didn't want to let my friend down.

Last evening, I had prayed about this situation, knowing the weather wasn't going to be good, today.  And, I left it with Him, thinking about it no more, until after awaking today.

To my surprise, my phone rang first thing this morning.  Apparently, my friend's boyfriend decided he was able to give her a ride to her medical appointment.

You can imagine how happy I was, for me.  Yes, I felt badly for my friend who wasn't feeling well, but knowing I would put myself at risk being around someone sick, I hadn't looked forward to making the effort.  In addition, I think it was very kind of her boyfriend to decide to drive her, instead.  It showed that he cares for her.

Truly, it was good that I hadn't worried about it.  God handled the situation.  Blessing me in the process.

A Bible verse came to mind.  Psalm 55:1-2, "Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.  Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;"

God heard my prayer, and knew my need. He knew my friend's need.  He also knew that my heart's desire was to not let my friend down, but rather to assist her in her need.  All the while praying that He would provide a way for me to not become ill.

He worked it out, as a blessing to both me and my friend.  How grateful I am, Lord.  Thank you!

Until next time...

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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Painful Tears...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about feeling blessed.  And, fulfilled.

I was.  Feeling fulfilled, and blessed.  I felt loved.

At least, until later in the afternoon.

A real-life friend chatted with me on Facebook (FB).  She asked me if I knew someone.  The person's name, I will not give a hint to.

At first, I wasn't sure if I knew the person, and even thought that possibly, I didn't.  This was due to the fact that I couldn't recall the person's first name.  But, the family name made me wonder if I knew the young woman.

I asked what her mom's name was.  My friend didn't know.  I asked if she knew if this young woman had a sister, and mentioned her name.  Once again, my friend couldn't tell me.

Then, she told me that she heard this young woman's grandmother's name. 

It hit me like a ton of bricks, that I knew exactly who she was.  In fact, she's the half-sister of a relative of my now deceased husband, Gordon.

After letting my friend know this, we had a short discussion, before we both went offline.

After relaxing for a short time offline, I felt a little upset thinking about the whole situation involving the family history of this young woman.  Later, I felt even worse.

When I recalled the stress and hurtful pain and suffering that Gordon and I endured together, due to ill treatment by this young woman's family and other family divisions, I began to cry.  The memories were not always good ones, even if some were wonderful.

As I recalled Gordon feeling hurt, I found myself becoming even more upset.  Tears flowed like a running tap.

Why?  I really can't say.  After all, nothing can change the past, now!

His pain from the family division was something he never would admit to, verbally.  But, we were soulmates.  And, I could feel his pain. 

Even so, when he felt hurt or upset, he would always remind me that no one could hurt him.  He'd remind me that all he truly needed in life was Jesus.

It broke my heart, in the past.  And recalling all this, broke my heart, yesterday.  And brought back a wave of grief.

After all, no one is perfect.  No one has ever lived a life without sin.  Not Gordon.  Not me.  Not these people from the past.  And, not you.

God told us so in Romans 3:23, "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;"

Unfortunately, some people don't believe that they sin.  But, the truth is, no one has lived without sin in their lives.

The beautiful thing about understanding and accepting this, is accepting the fact that you are a sinner.  A sinner, in need of a Saviour.  And, the Saviour God provided to cleanse us from our sin, was Jesus.

In retrospect, I realize that Gordon never did anything to hurt this person, or anyone in her family.  Still, due to humanness and divisions of life, he paid a heartbreaking price.  With very little contact from/with this person's family.

And, so did I.  With him.  And, even now, without him.

My tears have now stopped.  For this, I am thankful.  Lord, I wonder how anyone can make it through this life, without You.

Until next time...

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Saturday, January 26, 2013


If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll know that I've been recovering at home. 

Yes, I'm in month five (5) of my recovery, which included two (2) surgeries.  The first being September 16th and the second being December 20th.

As I'm sure you are aware, it hasn't been easy. 

Especially since I am still not healing well.  And, will be having a CT scan this coming week, to try and determine what is going on inside me, preventing me from healing.


At first, being home all the time nearly drove me crazy.  There are times when it still does.  But, God has been good to me.

He's provided for all my needs.  And, He's once again answered my ongoing prayer about revealing truth to me.  Especially concerning people.

Without going through an extended trial, like the one I've been experiencing, it would be almost impossible to truly see the love of Christ in people.  Even so, God has answered my prayer, many times over.  He has supplied for all my need.

It has truly been amazing to me, to see the people who have stood by my side.  Who have aided me, in various ways.  But mostly, who have been there for me.  Verbally giving me support.  And of course, prayer.

Not just in doing good deeds, either.  Although I am finding that there are some people who continue to do good deeds, for me.

Yes, it was shocking when my phone rang last evening around suppertime.  The voice on the line asked me if I'd like to have some homemade chili that she had just prepared for her and her husband.

At first, I thought about thanking this friend for the offer, and turning her down.  Earlier in the day, I had taken the time to wash lettuce and get items ready for the salad I planned on having for dinner. 

And, since this person had brought me dinner a couple of times in the past, and I didn't really feel I wanted to have her think I was taking advantage of them.

She must have felt my hesitation through the phone, and said it was all ready and waiting for me.  Knowing these friends live on my floor, on the other side of the elevator, I knew it would be piping hot when I received the loving gift.

In the end, I gratefully accepted a container that provided me with supper last evening and lunch, today!

Thank you K & T, for your generosity to me.  You have truly blessed me.  May God bless you also, friends.

It may have been shocking, receiving that phone call offering me food.  And, knowing it was a loving gesture for my friends to do this, it wasn't the food part that was so fulfilling.

The most fulfilling part of what happened, was that it truly reflected what God told us in Philippians 4:19, "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."

God knew that my friends would supply my dinner, long before I did.  And, He knew the love in their hearts that they have for others. 

Yes, while I may have been surprised, God wasn't.  He just worked through these loving people, as He promised to do, in an effort to supply for all my needs.

I am truly grateful that I/we can trust God and His Word, the Bible.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Friday, January 25, 2013


If you have been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I've been waiting.  Albeit, not really patiently, but I have been waiting, to hear when I will be scheduled to have a CT scan.

Much to my surprise, I received a phone call this morning from the hospital. 

The woman informed me as to the date and time.  In addition, she gave me instructions on arriving earlier than my CT scan scheduled time.  I'll have to go through the hospital admitting department, before making my way to receive the scan.

This phone call shouldn't have really come as a shock, but it did.  Mainly due to the fact that I had been told the surgeon/doctor's office would call me.  Not the hospital.

Even so, I was grateful for the call.

And, I'm grateful for our medical system, too.  Even if it isn't always working properly for those who need it.

In addition, I'm grateful that God provides for me, always. 

Not just for the CT scan that I will be receiving, but also for everything else in my life.  My physical needs, emotional needs, financial needs.  All needs are met by Him!

He teaches me, daily.  He shows me that I can wait upon Him.  Rely on Him.  Trust in Him.  For everything.  For He always comes through.  In His time.

While chatting with a FB friend earlier today, a Bible verse was discussed.  Since it was perfect for what I discussed while chatting.  And, since it reflected what I planned to write about today, I am quoting it.

It was Psalm 25:5, "Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day."

Amen to this! 

He is the God of my salvation.  He leads me, teaches me and guides me.  Not only do I trust Him, I wait upon Him for everything.

Hopefully, you do, also.

Until next time...

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Thursday, January 24, 2013


If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) recently, you'll know that I haven't been going out, much.

Partly, this is due to realizing that everytime I go out, I put myself at risk for picking up germs or becoming ill from being around people who are not well.

There's another reason I have tried to not leave home. 

A while back, my regular nurse told me that the small hole from where the fluid was escaping my body, seemed to be opening up.  Then, on her day off, my substitute nurse informed me that it had indeed opened up.

She measured the opening as being 2.0 cm long, 1.5 cm wide and 2.5 cm deep.  Sigh...

This means that with an opening in my abdomen once again, I am at risk for driving. 

And, with our weather fluctuating between being warm enough for rain, then quickly cooling down at or below freezing, it's easy to understand that icy roads could contribute to me injuring myself, in the event of a quick stop being made.  So, I haven't been going out much.

But, on Tuesday, I did see my surgeon.  He examined the opening, and redressed it. 

I was told that he would see me in a week, unless I was scheduled for the CT scan.  Just so you know, to date, I still have not heard when I am scheduled for the test.

As I've mentioned previously, I do not ask God 'why'.  I realize we will suffer trials in life; He tells us so, in His Word, the Bible.

What I've found myself asking lately, is 'when'?

Ultimately, I know that God will heal me.  One way, or another.

After all, God told us in Isaiah 53:5, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."

Please don't misunderstand me, or this Bible verse.  Yes, by His stripes we are healed. 

Of course, once we belong to Him, by becoming saved, we are no longer just children of God's creation, but we have become in reality, God's children. Christ's brothers and sisters.  And, heirs.

Our sin is washed away, when we come to Christ.  We are healed from living a life of sin, for He has given us a spirit of self-control, if we desire to make use of it, in obedience. 

And, we can rest assured of spending eternity in heaven, with our Lord.  With bodies that have been healed.  No more pain.  No more suffering.  No more tears.

How thankful I am for this. 

Even so, I find myself wondering when God will provide the restorative physical healing I need.  Will it be here on earth.  Soon?  Or, will it be when He takes me home?

Only God knows.  Until it happens, I will just continue trusting Him.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Who's Blessed?

I've said it before, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).  And, I'll say it, again.  I feel truly blessed.

Today, was a day filled with many blessings, for many people.

Way back when, while I still had stitches and a drainage tube and wasn't able to drive, I had to sign up for one of our real estate continuing education courses.  Knowing that I wasn't able to drive at the time, I spoke with a fellow Realtor, whom I've known for many a year.

L let me know that it was not going to be a problem.  She would drive me, if necessary.  At the time, I felt really blessed and thankful, knowing that God had provided for me.

Yesterday, I decided that in case L had other things to do after our course ended, I would drive myself.  We spoke by phone and L was glad to hear I was able to drive, once again.

Later, I thought about how I was going to get the sign off of the lawn of one property.  Hmmm... I knew I couldn't do it, myself.  So, I thought about calling L back, and asking her to assist me.

Last evening we chatted, once again.

She let me know she had car trouble and asked if I could give her a ride.  lol  I let L know that I would be happy to drive her, but let her know I needed her assistance to help remove the sign from the lawn, where it was frozen in the ground.

Please understand, even if the ground wasn't frozen, I do not have the strength, nor the ability to lift it out of the ground.  And, I cannot carry it.  It's more than I can handle, at the moment.

L agreed to help me.  For this, I was truly thankful and let her know.

Arriving at the property to remove the sign, L tried her best to do the task at hand.  She couldn't.  Even though I shouldn't have tried to assist, I did try.  Even with the two (2) of us, we couldn't do it.

I prayed.

Turning around, I saw a mailman walking on the sidewalk, approaching the house.  I praised God for this, calling out to him.

After remarking to him that he looked like a strong man, and asking him for help, he joined us on the lawn.  He made provision for the mail he was carrying, and I held the mail for the next home meant for him to deliver to.

He tried to remove the sign.  And, couldn't.

At least at first.  Once again, I prayed.  All of a sudden, I saw the sign move slightly.  And, commented to that effect.

The mailman tried again, and it became loose in the ground.  Eventually, he managed to lift it out and hand it to L.

Aloud, I praised God!  Thanking Jesus, I handed him back his hand-held portion of mail.  Of course, I thanked him, too!

Talk about feeling blessed!  Not only did I feel blessed, I prayed that God would bless this man, and my friend L, for helping me.

This reminded me of Acts 20:35, "I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive."

Wow!  What started out as L blessing me, turned into me blessing L.  Which once again turned into L blessing me.  And, eventually led to us being blessed by the mailman God provided, just at the right moment!

Talk about God's timing being perfect.  Even my my friend L commented to that affect.  And, she isn't Christian.

It seems to me that between me and one of her adult children who has become Christian, talking with her about God and Jesus, on a regular basis, God is rubbing off on her thinking. 

I praise God for this!  Truly.  And, will continue to pray that it is God's will to save L from an eternity in hell.  And, the mailman also, if he isn't already saved.

Hopefully, you are saved. 

If not, please read the book of John, in the New Testament portion of the Bible.  You will read for yourself, that in order to enter heaven, you must be born-again.  Or saved, as some people say.

I'll be praying for L, the mailman, and for you.   After all, prayer is powerful!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013


I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for reading Life with Lynnie (LwL). 

And, I would like to thank everyone who has contacted me, with regards to issues and situations I've written about.  Whether positive, or negative, I appreciate hearing from you.  May God bless you.

When I began writing LwL, it wasn't meant to be the sort of blog it's turned out to be.  Originally, I thought I'd be travelling more, and writing about good times of my life.

LwL has turned into something I never thought it would be, even though I knew I would be writing about my daily life.  And, issues that affect it.

It seems to me that God's plans were not my plans.

In the beginning, I wasn't aware of this.  But, it became obvious once my life took a turn that I never expected, with health and other problems.

Even so, I am grateful that God has used me and my writing in a way that I never expected. 

Some people contacted me, prior to me writing about my trials in life and health concerns.  Most were supportive, while I believe, only two (2) people weren't.

Since my writing has been focused more on my health problems, people have contacted me on a more regular basis, letting me know they were praying for me.  For this, I am grateful.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

It was surprising to me, that they were grateful for the encouragement they received by reading LwL.  I must admit, I was shocked to find this out.

After giving it some thought, I realized that I am not alone.  Yes, God is with me.  But, that is not what I am referring to.

Many people, like me, are suffering with life's trials on a daily basis. 

In and of itself, this is not surprising.  After all, God told us to expect to have trials in His life, if we belong to Him.  If we are His children.

God also provided for us, His children, by encouraging us, with His Word.  The Bible.

He told us in Romans 12:12, "Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer;".

How wonderful it is that He loved us enough to provide us with not just a plan of redemption, fulfilled by our Lord, Jesus Christ.  And, how wonderful it is that He provided His Word, for us.  So that we can receive hope and encouragement.

I am blessed.  And so are you, if you belong to Him.  Hopefully, alone and together, we will continue to trust in God.  In Jesus Christ, our Lord, for everything in our lives.

If you are not yet saved, it is not difficult to become a born-again Christian.  Just believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved (Acts 16:31).

Until next time...

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Another Reason...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll know that I haven't been feeling the best.

And, you'll also know that I've had family and friends help me from time to time.  With transportation, and with food.  Thank you, to each of you who have been so loving.  May God bless you.

On Saturday, my nurse arrived.  She cleaned, repacked and redressed my incision.  How grateful I am for this nursing care!  May God bless you.

In the afternoon, I had telephone conversations with friends.  Both from here in town, and many miles away.  Including my friend I, who calls regularly, from Germany, where she and her husband live.  Once again, I need to say I am thankful for good people in my life.  May God bless you, too.

One of the phone calls I received was from my mortgage consultant friend, Mary-Ann Lehmann who is licensed and does mortgage brokering through Invis.

Mary-Ann has been assisting her daughter in an effort to have her daughter do well at selling Avon.  And, I had previously submitted an order.  So, Mary-Ann decided to deliver my Avon order.

During our phone call, she not only told me the cost of the Avon order, but she asked me if there was anything I needed, suggesting I might need potatoes.  lol She had obviously read a recent LwL entry, where I commented that I couldn't purchase potatoes, or other heavy produce or products.

I thanked her for offering to pick up some things for me.  Mary-Ann insisted she was going out to do some shopping on the way to my home, and again asked if she could pick up things for me.  This time, I agreed.

When Mary-Ann and her husband, R arrived, they carried in a 10 lb. bag of Yukon Gold potatoes.  Just the kind I had requested!  And, a bag of apples, too!

Ahhh... my heart skipped a beat!

After making payment for all the items, we sat together and enjoyed a nice visit.  It is so-o wonderful to have company come see me.  It matters not if they bring stuff.  Just having people join me for fellowship, is wonderful. 

But, I truly felt blessed.

Because my friends helped me?  Yes, of course. 

But, also because I am fully aware that my friends are showing me Christian love, care and concern, for another reason.  They're not just doing this because they care for/about me, but because they love God, and want to be obedient to Him and His Word.

This is totally obedient to God.  He told us so, in James 1:27, "Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world."

Being a widow isn't easy.

Being ill isn't easy.

Being a widow who is ill, is even harder.  Especially when coupled with the fact that there are physical limitations to my life, at the moment.

I am grateful to my Lord, for loving me, and for all who have shown me true Christian love.  Whether by assisting me, visiting, phone calls, or even just through prayer.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Sunday, January 20, 2013

My Fortress...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about 'Who Am I?'  Of course, this was in reference to the fact that God made heaven and earth, and everything above, below and on it.  Including us. 

As I've said before and I'll say it again, He is in control.  Not me.  Not you.  No one, but Him.

And, His will is always done.

Of course, today is our Lord's day.  Sonday.

Once again, I did not go to worship.  Anywhere.  Except from home.

With having a reduced immune system, due to having Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS) - a rare form of Rheumatoid Arthritis, not having a flu shot - due to my surgical recovery (lol), and not being able to take my vitamins - due to taking antibiotics that were prescribed to me, I am at risk.

I'm sure you're aware, anywhere I go, if someone is sick, or if someone isn't sick yet, but is coming down with something, it puts me at risk.  That is why I elected to not leave my home, even to worship my Lord.

As I wrote a few days ago, after seeing my surgeon/doctor on Tuesday, I had to go for bloodwork to be done. This was so I could be scheduled to have a CT scan. Well to date, I still haven't heard when I will be having it.

As I wrote, in the lab's waiting room, I was surrounded by sick people.  Coughing, sneezing, sniffing, hacking.

I have been praying that it is God's will that I not become ill.  This is something only He knows for sure whether it will happen or not.

Friday, I coughed a little.  Not much.  At first, I thought it was due to swallowing improperly.  May be.  Only He knows.  But, when I sneezed a couple of times, a thought ran through my head.  I pray I am not becoming ill.

Saturday, I coughed again for a while.  For a time, I felt rather stuffed up.  This didn't last long.  But, during the evening, I once again began sneezing.  Several times.  In a row.

Ohhh... dear!

I realize that the antibiotics I am taking may actually be helping me ward off whatever this may be.  However, tomorrow will be the last day I take them.

Ahhh... Lord, I pray it is Your will to keep a hedge of protection around me, preventing me from becoming ill with any virus or infection.  I thank You for this, and I pray this in Jesus' name.  Amen.

Even praying like this reminded me of a Bible verse.  Psalm 91:2, "I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust."

Again, I must say how grateful I am for God.  After all He is my fortress, in whom I trust. 

And, I'm grateful for God's Word.  And, how grateful I am that God has made a way for us to speak and relate to Him.  Through prayer.

Please know that I pray for you.  And, I thank you for continued prayer, for me.

Until next time...

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Saturday, January 19, 2013

Who Am I?

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about rejoicing.  Always.

This isn't always the easiest thing to do.  But, it is something we must do, if we want to be obedient to God.

It certainly hasn't been easy for me.  Especially, with dealing with ill health and surgeries that haven't provided healing that I need.

Over about the last week or so, I have been bombarded with a question from both real-life and cyber-life friends.   I must admit, I've found it to be rather upsetting. 

'Why aren't you healing?', is what most people are asking.

My response has always been the same.  "I don't know.  Only God knows!"

Please understand that I don't normally question God in this way.  But, during the course of this trial, I have cried out and asked Him why this is happening to me.  And, why I am not healing.

Even though I've had plenty of time to relax and wait for a response from God, I haven't yet received one.  There is one thought that comes to mind, though.

I've wondered, if possibly He has put on my mind the same Bible verse that He used when responding to Job.  I've wondered if possibly, this is His response to me.

God tells us in Job 38:4, "Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding."

To some people this may not mean much, but to me, it does. 

After all, God is the person who created all things.  The earth, the sky, water, land, animals, and even people. 

He is in control of everything that happens in our lives.  Not me.  I'm not in control, as you probably recall me saying many times, in the past.

Whenever I think of that verse, I think about why God said this to Job.

Who am I to question God?  About my life.  About what happens to me.  About anything.

I am nobody.  Nothing.  Except His child.  One who loves Him.  But, I do not have any control over this trial, or any others, in my life.

Just as you don't have control over the trials you experience.

So, what can we do?  What can I do?  Nothing.

Just trust in Him.

Until next time...

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Friday, January 18, 2013


As you can probably tell from yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, yesterday was a rather busy day for me.  At least in the morning!

The afternoon wasn't much different.  I had things I had to do both for myself and for work.  Not away from my home, thankfully!

By the time evening arrived, I was feeling exhausted, once again.

Sitting in my recliner chair, I could hardly stay awake.  Every time I thought I was okay, I found myself drifting off to sleep. 

I watched a movie that began at 8:00 p.m.  Well, sort of.

The drifting off kept happening, over and over.  About 9:15 p.m., when I realized I had missed most of the film, I decided to head to bed.

Climbing under the covers, I thought for sure that I would be heading for never-never-land.  I was sure my ZZZzzz's would provide me with restful relief.

If I don't laugh, I'll cry.

As per normal for me, with my head on my propped up pillows, to keep me laying on my back, unable to turn onto my side to sleep, I laid there.  Awake.  Awake.  Awake.

A few minutes before 10:00 p.m., I got up and decided to turn on the movie I had attempted to enjoy earlier. 

I did this so I could at least see the ending.  lol  The ending was such, that I felt grateful I hadn't tried to fight my sleep to stay up and watch it!

Reading more in my Bible, I thought I would relax.  Nope.

Praying didn't seem to help, either.

Eventually, I made it back to bed.  But, not before just after 1:00 a.m.  Even so, I rejoiced in the fact that I was going to fall asleep and rest for a while.

This reminded me of 1 Thessalonians 5:16, "Rejoice evermore."

After all, we need to rejoice in everything.  Even if we don't really like the situation. 

How grateful I am for His Word.  I can't imagine living my life, without being able to read it.  And, have a better understanding of what God wants for my life.

If you haven't been reading your Bible, you may want to do so.  You may be surprised what you learn.

Until next time...

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Thursday, January 17, 2013

To Have... or Have Not...

Something happened today, that was a first (1st) for me to write about here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).

My church sister A, who visited me last week, came to see me again.  She let me know she was coming, so I made us hot chocolate, once she arrived.

Her hands were not empty, when she entered my door.  A brought with her what she called a meal, for me.

A meal?!  It was more than a meal.  In fact, there was enough food for several meals.  I thank you, A.  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect you to do this!  May God bless you, my friend.

Bringing me food wasn't her only purpose for our meeting, today.  In addition, A brought a daily devotional book that was well-used.  And of course, her Bible.

After A read an entry from the daily devotional book, we had a short discussion.

Together, we read Hebrews chapter 3.  This was A's choice, but I read it.  There's no need to describe what the chapter talks about, because you can read it for yourself.

Then, A asked me what chapter I would enjoy reading.  I told her that I love the book of Romans.  And, I decided upon Romans 8.  Since I had read the chapter in Hebrews, A read it aloud.

Well, I should say that we never finished the whole chapter. 

You see, once she read Romans 8:9, "But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you. Now if any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his.", she stopped and let me know that this was the very verse that the Holy Spirit used to convict her.

Years earlier, she considered herself Christian.  She worshipped with a church group who teaches a false gospel, teaching people that it is okay to have sin in their lives, like homosexuality. 

A reminded me that many years ago, when she was reading her Bible one day, thinking about how she wasn't truly being fed through that church group's preaching, she came to the realization that not everyone belonged to Christ.  Even if they warmed a church pew, every Sunday. 

Apparently, this was when she began looking for a Bible-believing, Bible-preaching church group, where His Word would be taught.  The rest, as they say, is history.  That's when I originally met A.  When she and a friend of hers joined us for Bible study, one evening.

How thankful I am that I met A that evening.  How thankful I am that A realized that in order to truly be Christian, she needed to be born-again.  How grateful I am that she became born-again, or saved.  How grateful I am the we have been prayer partners and truly loving sisters-in-the-Lord to each other.  Thank you, Lord!

And, how thankful I am that she came to visit today, to spend some time together in worship, and fellowship.  This was the first (1st) time anyone has done this, since I've been ill and trying to regain my health, over the past few months.  It did my heart good to enjoy this time together, honouring our Lord, and praying, together.

How thankful I am that God created His plan of redemption for us.  How grateful I am that Jesus came in obedience to God the Father's plan, suffered on a wooden cross, died and was resurrected, to save all who will believe upon Him.  And, how blessed we are, that Jesus told us that He would send the Holy Spirit to not just convict us, but also to lead us.

If you are not already saved, I pray that it is God's plan to save you.  I pray that the Holy Spirit will convict you and lead you to trust in the finished work our Lord, Jesus Christ did on the cross for you... for me, and for all who will believe.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Impossible? Possible!

In a recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I do my very best to keep my eyes upon Jesus. 

After all, He is my Lord and Saviour.  The one person I am relying on to provide healing for me.  Total, restorative healing.

Believe it or not, this is month five (5) of having ill health. 

Some people might be thinking that I should be better by now.  The fact is... I am not.  Not yet, at least.

On a regular basis, both my surgeon and my nurse remind me that I am not to bend, stretch, lift or carry anything.  lol  That's easier said than done!  Especially, since I live alone and have no one here to assist me.

I must admit, I have not been the perfect patient.  I have had to bend. 

Like Sunday evening, January 6th, when my incision began pouring out body fluid. 

It hadn't just seeped onto the floor, in one location.  Unfortunately, before I realized what was happening, my body fluid had already fallen on the floor, every step of the way between my refrigerator in the kitchen, to my recliner chair in the livingroom.


Even though I wasn't supposed to do this, I bent over and cleaned it up.  All of it.  After all, I couldn't leave it there, to dry. 

And, I'm here by myself.  Who was going to do this for me?  No one.  So, I had to rely on my Lord to help me.

When I say it wasn't an easy task, I truly mean it.  But, I was thankful God helped me.  I couldn't have done it, without Him.

How thankful I was that I have ceramic tile flooring.  Had my apartment had carpeting, I would have been in a horrible situation.  So much so, that I think I may not have been able to clean it.  Again, thank You, Lord!

Of course, I do my best to follow the instructions I've been given. 

Rather than lift a pot or pan too heavy for me, there are times when I've elected to boil eggs, or make a sandwich, or a light meal of some sort, just so I won't cause myself any harm, physically.

Why do I do this? 

The obvious reason is so that I won't cause myself any harm.  To promote my healing, without causing any further trauma.  But, there's another reason, that may not be obvious.


Those who gave me these instructions, know what is good for me, and what is not.  They know what will encourage healing for me, and what will not.

Sort of like Jesus.  Our Great Physician, for whom all things are possible. 

Of course, thinking of this, always reminds me of Luke 1:37, "For with God nothing shall be impossible."

I may be doing everything in my power to be obedient to the medical people in control of my healthcare at the moment, but the person I am truly trusting in for my healing, is my Lord, Jesus Christ.

Once again, I thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you, richly.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Surprise! And, Grace...

Yesterday, I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about being grateful that a wonderful sister-in-the-Lord brought me a meal.  In addition to being thankful, I must admit that it was delicious.  Once again, I thank you, N.  May God bless you!

Today, I'm absolutely exhausted.  How can this be?  Great question!

When today began, I had nothing on my agenda.  Well, other than making a few calls.  This changed rather quickly.

My phone rang; it was a fax tone.  Thinking it may be something to do with work, it was quickly received.

It wasn't that at all!

Last Thursday, my nurse and I faxed my surgeon's office with her report, and request for more info from him.  Since she faxed it from here, and since they didn't have her fax number, my surgeon's office faxed the response back to my home. 

Then, my phone rang, once again. 

It was my surgeon's receptionist.  She called to make sure I had received the fax, and to let me know that he wanted to see me, today. 

This was more than a surprise.  It was rather shocking, once again.  My thoughts ran back to when this last happened to me, two (2) days prior to my last surgery, December 20th.

When my nurse arrived, I gave her the fax and we discussed a couple of things.  After she cleaned and redressed my wound, I called the surgeon's office to say I was then available to meet with the doctor.

Off I went.  Yup, I drove myself to the surgeon's office.

After a short wait, I was directed into an examination room.  Before long, my surgeon and I spoke.  He examined my wound.  Then, we talked some more.

He told me that he was requesting an immediate CT scan.  Sigh...

Explaining further, he let me know that I may have to have more surgery.  Or possibly, a minor surgical treatment done, that wouldn't need to be done in a hospital operating room.

Be still my heart.

No, I didn't cry.  I'm not sure what my face showed after being surprised by this shocking remark, but I felt sick in my heart.  I lifted my hands and cried out, "NO!". 

After more short discussion, he let me know that his office would let me know as soon as possible, when I was scheduled.  His receptionist handed me a form, explaining that I needed to immediately go and have some bloodwork done.

On one hand, I was happy the lab was next door.  On the other hand, I wasn't thrilled to find the lab's waiting room filled with people.

I took a number and sat down.  About 45 minutes later, they called my number so I could give them my form and my health card.

Knowing that it would be a while before my number was called to see the nurse to have the bloodwork done, I headed out of the office to go address my parking issue.  Sigh...

To be honest, I wasn't unhappy about having to leave that waiting room.  Especially, since there were several people coughing, sneezing and sniffing.  Sniff, sniff... cough, cough, cough... sniff... sneeze.

When I say I prayed, I really mean it.  Not just for those there who were sick and in need of healing.  But, also... for me.

As you know, I have a compromised immune system, due to having Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a Rheumatoid Arthritic condition.  And normally, I receive a flu shot every year.  To prevent me from getting the real thing:  Influenza.

This year, I have not received a flu shot, due to my health challenges and my body's inability to heal after not just the September surgery, but also my December 20th surgery, as well.

And, of course, since I am taking antibiotics that won't allow me to take the vitamins I normally use daily, my immune system is probably at the lowest point, in a while.  I am praying it is God's will for me to not get sick with any viral or bacterial infection. 


Eventually, I made my home.  But, only after doing a couple of errands that I felt I needed to do, since I was out. 

Now, I'm exhausted!  Worn out.  Not just tired.  But, actually feeling empty, without any energy left.

How I thank God for 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, "And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.  Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong."

Amen!  When I am weak, He makes me strong. 

Not only was I able to complete my tasks for the day, before arriving home, but He gave me the grace, strength and ability to write and post this entry.  Even in my exhaustion.

Thank you for reading.  I appreciate you, more than you know.  And, I trust God that those who are out there needing lifting up, will be encouraged to look to our Lord.  Always.

Oops.  I almost forgot to ask you to please pray for me.  I thank you for this and pray God will bless you.  And, just so you know, I pray for you, also.

Until next time...

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Monday, January 14, 2013

Love... From the Bottom of my Heart...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how all good things come from God.

Today, was a very special day for me.  Both in good and not so good ways.

One thing I appreciated was a telephone conversation with my friend, A. I felt grateful that my sister-in-the-Lord and I prayed, together.

How thankful I am to her, and for her. I also feel the same about others who have been supportive of me. Spiritually. Prayerfully. And, in human ways.

Like another sister-in-the-Lord N, who brought me a meal today, just a couple of hours ago.

This was something totally unexpected. Even though it was a surprise, I was truly thankful to this woman of God. Thank you, N. May God bless you, my friend.

Since I am not able to lift much of anything, it isn't easy for me to provide for myself.  Even now.

After all, it's not just a matter of cooking a pork chop, or cooking a piece of chicken.  That would be fairly simple, in and of itself.

And, it's not just because I am not supposed to bend over and lift out pots and pans that I shouldn't be using.  If all these things were at hand, it would be somewhat easier, but they aren't always.

Even shopping.

The last few times I've purchased anything, it's had to be light items.  Things that are light enough to not cause me any pain.

Potatoes?  Forget it!  Can't buy them.  Why?  Because even if I get them lifted for me into my cart, out of my cart, and into my van, how do I get them into my apartment?

I just used that as an example.  The truth is, just about everything is like this. 

I haven't had milk in my home for months.  Not just because I don't drink it, for I do use it for cooking.  But, mainly because I cannot lift it or carry it.

Sigh...  Now you probably have a better idea of why I was so grateful that my friend M and her husband R brought me some fresh fruit and veggies, a while back. 

Life hasn't been easy.  Especially being a widow, living alone. 

And, I realize that people are probably growing weary of assisting me.  But, I am truly grateful for everything people have done to help me.

And, I know it comes from God.

He told us in James 1:17, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning."

It's our Lord, who has encouraged those in the shadows of everyday life, to come forward and show me Christian love.  Whether it be by praying for me, providing a meal, assisting me physically, or otherwise. 

What a blessing you have been to me! 

Please know that I love you, and thank each of you, from the bottom of my heart.  And, pray that God will bless you, richly.

Until next time...

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Sunday, January 13, 2013


As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I struggle with life's trials.  Just like other people do.  I'm no different than you.

However, whenever I am feeling low in spirit, I do what God told me to do.  Turn my eyes upon Jesus

How I love that Hymn entitled, Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus.  Especially the part where we sing,
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace

Once I realize that I've taken my focus off Jesus, and onto my problem, I am reminded that I've faltered somewhere along the way.

Am I alone in this?  Absolutely, not.  No one is perfect.  We all falter along the way of life, from time to time.

But, once I've again turned my eyes upon Jesus, I am lifted up.  Encouraged.  And, filled once again with His love and peace.

God showed us in the book of Matthew chapter 14, that even Peter, Jesus' disciple, needed to be reminded to keep his eyes upon Jesus.  Here are verses 22-33, telling us the story:
"And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away.  And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone.  But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary.  And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea.  And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear.  But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.  And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.  And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.  But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.  And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?  And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.  Then they that were in the ship came and worshipped him, saying, Of a truth thou art the Son of God."

Just as Jesus caught Peter, He catches us when we falter.  As He promised.  If we allow Him. 

How grateful I am for God's Word.  How grateful I am that He gave it to us, so that we can understand better, how to honour and glorify Him.  And, to be thankful.

After all, we... in and of ourselves, can do nothing.  Every good thing comes from Him.  And, for this, I'll be eternally grateful.

Until next time...

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Strange Thing?

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately and wondered if I was feeling out of sorts physically, you are correct. 

If you've been thinking I've been feeling stressed or low in spirit, this may be the case.  Well, sort of.

Let's face it.  Anyone going through physical trauma in life, isn't going to feel 'up' 100% of the time.  And, when I write entries here on LwL, I try to convey how I'm feeling.  Pain-wise, and emotionally.

After all, I am only human.

And, if I didn't write about these things, meaning if I only wrote about my trust in the Lord, no one would have the smallest inkling that I struggle.  Just like you.  Just like everyone else.

Being a humble person, I realize that I need to convey the reality of the situations I write about.

Does this mean I am perfect?  Absolutely, not!

But, if you only thought I could write about Jesus and how wonderful He is in my life, how would you or indeed, anyone have any idea that I struggle, just like other people?

After all, God did tell us that we would have trials in life.  1 Peter 4:12 tells us, "Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you:"

Friend, if you're reading this, and don't ever have trials in your life, do you wonder why not?  If it were me, I would be wondering.

In fact, if it were me, I would be praying about it, that God would reveal to me the truth; His truth.  I would be wondering if indeed I was even truly saved.  After all, if God told us to expect trials, and we didn't have any... what else could this mean?

There are many people walking around, thinking they will be going to heaven. 

Some may be what I call nominal Christians.  Those who have been raised in homes where they considered themselves to be Christian, knowing that historically, Jesus Christ lived and died, and was resurrected.  Even if they never read God's Word, the Bible, or go worship Him.

But, there's a difference between knowing historically, and having a relationship with Jesus.  There's a difference in having head knowledge, believing He existed... and being thankful and trusting in the finished work He did on the cross at Calvary.

If you haven't yet had a relationship with Jesus, as Lord and Saviour, where you are trusting in Him, for everything in your life, then I recommend you reconsider your position.

Please, repent of your sin.  Turn away from the evilness of life.  And, trust in Jesus Christ.

If you do this, you'll be glad you did.

Until next time...

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Friday, January 11, 2013

Higher Power...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that on Monday, I had a medical appointment with my surgeon/doctor to be rechecked.  As I mentioned previously, I was thankful for the timing of this appointment.

In response to my nurse's note to the surgeon, he wrote that I needed nursing care daily, once again.  Before I left his office, he told me that if I had any problems, I should contact his office.

As scheduled, my regular nurse came on Tuesday.  She was shocked to find out that since she saw me last, my incision was leaking. 

After cleaning and redressing my incision, she contacted Community Care Access Centre (CCAC).  You may not be living in Ontario, or even Canada for that matter, so you may not be aware of what CCAC is.

CCAC is a government agency.  It arranges home care for patients, who require services.  They co-ordinate with nursing staff companies and doctors.

This system is used, to help keep the numbers down, of people who need hospital care.  This way, patients don't have to be admitted into hospital, but can be treated at home.

As my nurse spoke with the case worker in charge of my case, I listened to her side of the conversation.  It didn't sound good.  And, it wasn't.

My nurse let me know that CCAC would only allow daily care until Sunday, January 13th.  After that date, I would once again only have nursing care every other day.


How can this be?  My thoughts ran amuk.  How can a government agency dictate like this, against doctor's orders?

Later in the day, long after my nurse left, I had a telephone conversation with a good friend of mine.  She suggested that if CCAC gave me a hard time, I should speak with the case worker and let her know I would consider contacting our local newspaper, in addition to my Member of Parliament (MP = elected official of Federal Government) and my Member of Provincial Parliament (MPP = elected official of Provincial government of Ontario, the province where I live).

I decided I would pray about this idea.

Some people think that here in Canada, we have a Christian government.  This is not the case.  Our government is secular in nature.  And, unlike what many people from various places think, not everyone here is Christian.

Still, every person elected to various levels of government, must answer to God for what they do.

God told us so in Romans 13 and in other areas of His Word, the Bible.  But, in particular Romans 13:1-4, stood out to me, "Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers.  For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.  Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation.  For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to the evil. Wilt thou then not be afraid of the power? do that which is good, and thou shalt have praise of the same:  For he is the minister of God to thee for good.  But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil."

Hopefully, CCAC's case representative will reconsider.  Especially, since my nurse told me on Thursday that I was leaking more than at the beginning of the week.

No matter what, I will thank God and praise Him.  No matter what, I will pray that God will bless everyone in charge of my healthcare.

And, may God have mercy on anyone who hurts me.  God has told us that they will pay a heavy price.  After all, God is our higher power, and He hates it when His children are hurt.  And, I am one of His children; I belong to Him.

Once again, I thank all who have prayed and continue to pray for healing for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Shall Be...

Yesterday, in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about how I began leaking fluid, Sunday evening.

As I mentioned, it was not dripping.  Nor was it gushing.  Rather, it was a constant flow. 

Not from where the hole is located; where my drainage hose had been removed from.  Instead, it was flowing through my incision.

On Monday, I attended my medical appointment with my surgeon/doctor.

He cleaned my incision and redressed it.  I mentioned that I wondered if it was good that the fluid was leaking out, and not creating a pocket of fluid that needed to be surgically dealt with, once again.

My surgeon/doctor let me know that it is probably better that the fluid is escaping my body, but it shouldn't really be happening through my incision.  He told me that he wasn't ruling out more surgery for me.  But, for now, I needed to have daily nursing care, once again.

Be still my heart! 

Sigh...  Just the thought of having to have more surgery made me feel sick.

I commented that I was concerned about my incision draining, for another reason.  Did this mean that I am open from the exterior of my incision, into the interior of my body?  What about contamination, bacteria, or infection?  Was I open to this?

His response was that I needed to once again take antibiotics, so he prescribed them for me, again.

Because my pain level was high, I talked with him about me taking 800 mg of Ibuprofen every six (6) hours.  Oooohhh, he wasn't happy about this!

I was told that was okay for a short time, but not for an extended period of time.  Apparently, taking too much can cause kidney damage.

So, he prescribed me a form of morphine.  Which is what I normally use for pain, while in hospital.

Of course, I prayed for healing and for our Lord to take away my pain.  Not being sure of what else to pray for, I prayed that the Holy Spirit would intercede for me.

Thinking about my pain and healing that is needed, I thought of Jeremiah 17:14, "Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise."

After all, He has already saved me, from an eternity in hell.  He's already saved me, so that I will spend eternity in heaven with Him. 

And, knowing that nothing is impossible for Him, I simply stopped thinking about my need, and trusted Him.  For healing.

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

Until next time...

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Band Aids??

As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, it seemed I was having a good weekend. 

Friday, having had stitches and drainage tube removed.  Saturday, being visited by a friend and her husband, who filled not just my tummy, but my fridge and freezer, as well!

Then, came Sunday.

My regular nurse arrived.  She cleaned my incision and drainage tube hole.  Then, she let me know she was only redressing the drainage tube hole, and not my incision.  She felt it needed to not be redressed, but rather, allow the air to continue the healing process.

Once again, I became somewhat nervous.  After all, having been through what I have been through hasn't been fun, or easy.

Still, everything seemed to be okay.  Until about 10:30 p.m.

After obtaining a glass of water from my refrigerator, I made my way back to my recliner chair.  Just as I was approaching the chair, I felt wet on my left leg.

Hmmm... I didn't think I had a urine accident.  And, I didn't think I had spilled any water on myself.

Looking down, I was shocked to see that fluid was leaking from my body.

It wasn't dripping.  It wasn't gushing.  But, it was a steady, constant flow of fluid, exiting my body.

Not from the area where the drainage tube had been located.  I was leaking through my incision.  Through the hole that my nurse thought was healed enough to go undressed.

Be still my heart!  Even though I could feel an adrenaline rush, I took a deep breath and remained calm.

As I sat partially reclined in my chair, I mopped up fluid, time after time.  Using tissues from a box located beside my chair.

This went on for close to a half (1/2) hour.

The lump to the right of my incision, seemed to be less painful.  When I touched it, more fluid flowed out of my incision.  Hmmm... this must be where the fluid was coming from, I thought.

Once the stream slowed, I got up and went into my bedroom, holding tissues against the area leaking.

There, I searched the nursing supplies and found a thicker pad and gauze bandages.  Since I thought there was only sheet of plastic film there, I decided to not use it, knowing that the next time my nurse came, she would need to use it.

So, I attached the gauze and pad, by means of... band aids. 

Okay.  Laugh!  I can, now. 

At the time, even though it was rather stressful, I knew I had to cover the leaking area, so that it wouldn't soak my bed and linens.  And, I knew the leakage area that was obviously open to my insides, needed to be covered.  Band aids helped me.

Was I ever grateful that my appointment to see the surgeon/doctor, was the following day.  Monday!

I thought about how God's timing is always perfect.  How terrible it would have been had this happened, after I had my medical appointment!  It would have taken a long time for me to have waited to see my surgeon/doctor, again!

This reminded me of Ecclesiastes 8:6, "Because to every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the misery of man is great upon him."

Even though this event had been somewhat shocking and upsetting, I was thankful.  Thankful that God provided for me, in every way.  And, thankful that His timing was right for me.

To all who have been praying for healing for me, I thank you, so very much.  I ask that you continue to do so, until I am healed, fully.  May God bless you!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Likewise, I'm sure!

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I haven't yet told you much about my weekend.  Hmmm... in fact, nothing, at all!

On Saturday, I had some company!

Yay!  Thank You, Lord!  It's always nice to have someone to visit with, especially when you're not well.  And, living by yourself.

My friend Mary-Ann Lehmann had told me she had frozen a dish for me, to have for a supper meal. 

This was such a nice thing for her to do.  Even though it wasn't necessary, I wasn't going to turn it down.  :)

You may recall reading Mary-Ann's name in the past.  She's my mortgage broker friend, who is trustworthy and dedicated to her work.  Here's a link in case you would like to contact her:

She let me know that after her husband arrived home from work, she planned to do some shopping.  Then, she would make it across town to visit with me, and bring me the meal she had frozen for me.

When Mary-Ann arrived, I was thankful that I had been wearing my housecoat!

You see, when I am here alone, and sometimes if a female friend is due to arrive, I'll just be in my nightgown.  I truly do not like to be too warm.

However, the Lord put it on my heart to wear one of my lighter-weight housecoats.  Thank You, Lord!

Right behind my friend, was her husband, R.  Wow!  I almost had heart failure!  lol :)

Then, the shocking part happened.

A large grocery bag, filled with goodies, was placed on my counter top.  Inside was the meal M had promised me.  But, there was more!

It turned out that every time she cooked something that week, she had frozen some, for me!

The shock didn't end, there!  Then, she unloaded a bunch of grocery items they thought I might need, like fresh fruit and vegetables.

Be still my heart! 

I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being loved and cared for.  After all, these born-again Christian friends blessed me, beyond belief!  Thank you, both!  May God bless you.

Thinking of what they did for me, reminded me of a Bible verse almost everyone has heard at some point in their life, whether or not they realize it.  Most people say, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'.

But, in Luke 6:31, we are told, "And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise."

Same thing.  Just different wording in the King James Version of the Bible.

When I asked my generous friends why they did all this, their reply was that they knew I needed it.  And, they knew I would do it for them, if they were in need. 

No, I'm not perfect, but I felt like a perfect person that Saturday afternoon.  Who wouldn't?  After all, I had just received this loving gesture from my brother and sister in the Lord!

To say I felt blessed, is an understatement.  Again, I thank you, friends.  May God bless you!

Until next time...

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Monday, January 7, 2013

Strength, in the Midst...

Before I begin today's entry here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I would like to say that had my dad still been alive, today would have been his birthday.  Even though we didn't always have the best relationship, I must say that I loved him.  I still do.  And, miss him.  There's no point in wishing him Happy Birthday, since he's no longer here.  Still, he's always on my mind.

Here, on LwL, I've been writing about how I've fared since having my second (2nd) surgery in just over three (3) months.

This past Friday was a memorable day. 

When my nurse arrived, we discussed whether or not she would remove my drainage tube that had been with me since December 20th, when I last had surgery.

Pro's and con's, pro's and con's were discussed.  Eventually, she decided that she would indeed remove the drainage tube.  In addition to removing my stitches.

I know, most people don't have stitches these days.  Most people have staples.

However, due to allergies, including some metals, I once again had stitches.  And, as you know, at some point they need to be removed.

The child-like part of me that hates pain, cringed.  Not just that day, but in fact, every time I thought about having those stitches and the drainage tube removed.

Believe me when I say that I prayed about this! 

Okay.  You're probably laughing, now.  At this point, I can laugh, also.  But, on Friday, I wasn't.

My nurse told me to take extra pain medication; which I did.  She wanted to make sure that I would be covered for the extra pain I would experience, both during and afterwards.

Laying on my bed, she removed my stitches, and cleaned the wound.  Was I happy when she finished!

Then, it was time to remove the drainage tube.

To my surprise, I experienced less pain having that tube removed, than I had when my stitches were being removed.  All I could say and think was, "Thank You, Lord!".

Well, I need to qualify this.  There was less pain in the actual removal process.  However, the pain I experienced later, didn't seem to want to leave.

After cleaning both wounds, my nurse redressed me and she was on her way.  After all, I am not her only patient!

Thinking about how thankful I was that God provided for me, in a way I didn't quite expect, reminded me of a Bible verse.  Psalm 41:3, "The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness."

Yes, our Lord does this, for all who belong to Him.

How grateful I am that even in the midst of trials, pain and suffering, He is right there with me.  How thankful I am that He provides and strengthens His own, always.  Including, me!

Sometimes I wish there was more to say, but the truth is, there truly isn't.  Thank You, Lord!  I love You, and I'm grateful You love me.

The only thing I can do, to show Him my love, is to continue being obedient to Him.

Until next time...

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Sunday, January 6, 2013


There was something I failed to mention in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry. 

When I awoke last Thursday morning, I not only still felt like I was grieving, but something else was strange.  A song was on my mind.

Why? I have no idea.  For some reason, God allows this to happen to me from time to time.

It wasn't a Christian hymn or song. It was a song by Queen. Nothing Really Matters.  Also known as, Bohemian Rhapsody.  Here's a Youtube link: with lyrics.

After being awake for a short time, I noticed that I couldn't get some of the lyrics out of my mind.  Here's the lyrics, as per

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, a little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger, now he's dead, mama
Life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch - will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileo,
Gallileo figaro magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
(He's just a poor boy from a poor family)
(Spare him his life from this monstrosity)
Easy come easy go will you let me go
(Bismillah no we will not let you go) let him go
(Bismillah, we will not let you go) let him go
(Bismillah, we will not let you go) let me go
(Will not let you go) let me go (never)
(Never let you go) let me go, never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me - for me - for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Crazy lyrics to wake up with!  The part that stuck with me ever since, were the lines... just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here... and nothing really matters to me.
There are times when I feel like I just need to leave.  Create a new life for myself.  Somehow.  Someway.  Especially since, I feel like not much really matters to me, anymore.
God has shown me who cares, and who does not.  He's revealed truth to me.  Truth that I prayed about.  And, prayed for.
I must admit, that the only things that matters to me, are those I love and care about.  Jesus, of course!  And, God's Word, the Bible.
This made me think of Psalm 119:49-50, "Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.  This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me."
Yes, my hope comes from my Lord.  Jesus Christ.  Who gives me grace, to make it through each day. 
Jesus, who loved me and gave Himself for me, before I was ever born.  Thank You, Lord.  For loving me and dying on a wooden cross, for my sin, and for the sin of all who will believe.
Until next time...
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Saturday, January 5, 2013

The Heart...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about New Year's Eve

And, about how I grieved for Gordon, once again.  Even though I thought I had come to terms with his death.

Spending New Year's Day alone, gave me time to once again think about how others celebrate with friends and family. 

I didn't feel depressed.  Especially, knowing that it was better for me to not be around anyone sick, at this time, when I was still healing from abdominal surgery that happened only days earlier.

That night, in my sleep, I dreamt of Gordon.  And, his mom.  My mom.  And, some other people.  All of whom, were deceased.

Wow!  What a way to wake up!  Realizing that I had been in a dream with all dead people!

At least I didn't feel despondent.

That evening, as I was reading some blogs I follow, I was shocked to read what was written.  One woman, who was not living with her husband, due to some marital problems, became widowed.

Since I had only recently come across this blog, I was sort of catching-up.  She had commented that even though she and her hubby had some problems, they just couldn't bring themselves to sign divorce papers.  Because, the truth was, they still loved each other.  Even if they felt they couldn't live together, 24/7.

It was shocking to read that at the age of 43, her husband died.  Without any warning symptoms.  About six (6) weeks before my husband died.  Apparently, her husband had heart troubles no one was aware of.

The shockwave that overcame her was heartbreaking.

As I read what she was writing about how she no longer wanted to live, all those horrid grief feelings overcame me, once again.

Think it's silly?  Well, let me tell you, that I cried for close to three (3) hours.  I related to this woman, totally.

No matter how I tried, I just couldn't stop tears from flowing.

Eventually, I made myself climb into bed.  Those feelings never left me.  When I awoke the morning of Thursday, January 3rd, I still felt overwhelmed with grief. 

Is it wrong to mourn?  Not in my opinion.  Nor God's, so it seems.

In Ecclesiastes 7:4 He tells us, "The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth." 

As I'm sure you are aware, I trust God for everything in my life.  Including dealing with this grief. 

How comforting it was to be reminded that it is okay to grieve.  I just wish I knew when it would end.

Until next time...

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Friday, January 4, 2013

Many Days...

Lately, I've been writing about my health and pain, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).  Today, will be slightly different.

As you are probably aware, I've been a widow for over three (3) years, now.  Not a short amount of time, to be sure.

Some people might think that the grief I felt over losing my husband Gordon, should be gone by now.  Maybe for some people, but not for me. 

I truly believe that love never dies.  Not for a spouse, nor a parent, a child, or even for a friend. 

Personally, I thought I was doing really well.  Especially, over Christmas.  And, especially since I spent it alone, due to family being sick and me recovering from abdominal surgery, a few days earlier.

Please understand, I'm not saying I wasn't feeling rather sad, missing Gordon.  But, I felt I had dealt with it better than in the past.  This made me think I was accepting my new life.

Then, came New Year's Eve.

On the day of New Year's Eve, I was fine.  At least, until the evening.

On Facebook (FB), someone in Ireland made a posting about celebrating.  This brought back memories to my mind.

The thoughts I reminsced about, related to one trip to Ireland.  When Gordon and I had visited with family one New Year's Eve.

At first, I chuckled, thinking about Rolly the dog, and how he affected our celebration.  And, of how R and Gordon kept encouraging each other to finish off the last cupcake.  The one, decorated in green, that it seemed no one wanted.

Soon the chuckles ended.  And, tears flowed.

Eventually, I felt like I would survive.  Of course, I did.  lol  Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this entry!

It was that evening when I realized that grief had not yet left me.

Am I alone in this?  Not really.  Everyone grieves when they lose someone they love.

In Genesis 37:34-35, "And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days.  And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning. Thus his father wept for him."

Unlike Jacob, I have not been mourning the loss of a child.  Instead, I've been mourning the loss of the other half of me. And, it hasn't been easy.

Still, I feel like I am surviving better, on a daily basis.  Thank You, Lord.

Until next time...

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