Yesterday, I wrote on Life with Lynnie (LwL) about love. After all, the end of love month, February, has arrived.
In addition, I mentioned that a relative of mine had remarried. She had been a widow less time than I have been.
I was happy for her, to have once again found love in her life.
To be honest, it wasn't really new found love. Apparently, they met and had feelings for each other 42 years ago. At that time, their lives were taking them in different directions. They never got together.
Later, they each married. Not to each other.
After many years, they reconnected after finding out that they each were unattached, once again. What a loving circumstance. My heart bursts with happiness for them.
Even so, I felt rather sad, for myself. At least for a short time.
Trusting God for everything in my life, helps me get through those times of sadness that affects all who have lost someone they love.
Still, from time to time, I feel lonely. When thinking like this, I am sometimes reminded of a song. Here it is:
Lonely People - America http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonely_People
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTFXqeLIaX0
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try
Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try
There are times when many people feel like life has passed them by. I know, because I sometimes feel like this.
Even though I feel like this from time to time, God reminds me that I must never give up, just as the song says.
God has His plan for me, in my life. And, He already knows where my life will lead me.
Thinking this, reminded me of Psalm 16:11, "Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."
I am and will always be grateful for the joy in my life. Not happiness, for there isn't always much of that.
But, the joy that can only come from a relationship with my Lord, Jesus Christ.
If you do not yet have a relationship like this, with Jesus Christ, please know that you can. Trust/believe on Him and you will be saved (Acts 16:11).
Then, He will fill your heart with the joy you desire.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Love... & Congratulations!
Hopefully, you've read Life with Lynnie (LwL) in the past and realize that I am a widow.
This month, February, has been a tough month for me. Being love month, it is never easy for those who do not have a soul mate in their lives. At least, not for me.
God has helped me, though. Just as He does, always. For this, I am thankful.
On Facebook (FB), I've been approached by many men. I've mentioned in the past that for a time, I felt bombarded. In an effort to have this stop, I removed my status as a widow.
Doing this, seemed to cut down on the number of men, approaching me. But, it didn't end it. In fact, this month alone, has been a time where I've been approached by several men.
The biggest problem I have seen, with regards to being approached by men on FB, is the fact that they are not all on the level. Some are scammers. Men looking to take advantage of women.
How do I know this? Because, I've met a few. Okay, only online. But, the truth has come out.
Am I open to a new relationship? Yes, I am.
I realize that my husband, Gordon has died. He's gone. And, he'll never be back.
For a very long time, I couldn't even think about having another relationship, but God has helped me to see that I need to try and move forward with my life. Especially, if I do not want to live the rest of my life, alone.
Besides, everyone wants to be loved. I've never met anyone, who truly didn't want to be loved.
Men want to be loved by their women. And, women want to be loved by their men.
Speaking about love, a relative of mine, just recently remarried. Congratulations to you, E & E! May God bless you both, and be the third (3rd) person in your marriage.
A friend recently sent me this video. It's from Kerry Shook Ministries. Kerry speaks with regards to being 'Gourmet'. Yes, he's doing a little bit of cooking, but what he says about understanding women, is very good. At least, in my opinion! Enjoy:
http://www.itbn.org/index/detail/lib/Networks/sublib/TBN/ec/h4Z210MjoziPs7jGoQ1dXdJs_UhSMCr2
While the video was made for married couples, the fact remains that even single people need to understand how to love someone, so that their lives can be the best it can be, with a future spouse.
Thinking about being loved as a woman, I was reminded of Ephesians 5:25, "Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;"
The greatest love of all, was shown to us by Jesus Christ. Nothing anyone could ever say or do, could be greater than the love Jesus showed us.
I know He loves me. And, always will. For this I am thankful.
Of course, I am thankful for the promise that He gave us, that for believers, for those who are trusting in Him, to be absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord.
One day, I'll be with Him. In heaven. Hopefully, I'll see you, there.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
This month, February, has been a tough month for me. Being love month, it is never easy for those who do not have a soul mate in their lives. At least, not for me.
God has helped me, though. Just as He does, always. For this, I am thankful.
On Facebook (FB), I've been approached by many men. I've mentioned in the past that for a time, I felt bombarded. In an effort to have this stop, I removed my status as a widow.
Doing this, seemed to cut down on the number of men, approaching me. But, it didn't end it. In fact, this month alone, has been a time where I've been approached by several men.
The biggest problem I have seen, with regards to being approached by men on FB, is the fact that they are not all on the level. Some are scammers. Men looking to take advantage of women.
How do I know this? Because, I've met a few. Okay, only online. But, the truth has come out.
Am I open to a new relationship? Yes, I am.
I realize that my husband, Gordon has died. He's gone. And, he'll never be back.
For a very long time, I couldn't even think about having another relationship, but God has helped me to see that I need to try and move forward with my life. Especially, if I do not want to live the rest of my life, alone.
Besides, everyone wants to be loved. I've never met anyone, who truly didn't want to be loved.
Men want to be loved by their women. And, women want to be loved by their men.
Speaking about love, a relative of mine, just recently remarried. Congratulations to you, E & E! May God bless you both, and be the third (3rd) person in your marriage.
A friend recently sent me this video. It's from Kerry Shook Ministries. Kerry speaks with regards to being 'Gourmet'. Yes, he's doing a little bit of cooking, but what he says about understanding women, is very good. At least, in my opinion! Enjoy:
http://www.itbn.org/index/detail/lib/Networks/sublib/TBN/ec/h4Z210MjoziPs7jGoQ1dXdJs_UhSMCr2
While the video was made for married couples, the fact remains that even single people need to understand how to love someone, so that their lives can be the best it can be, with a future spouse.
Thinking about being loved as a woman, I was reminded of Ephesians 5:25, "Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;"
The greatest love of all, was shown to us by Jesus Christ. Nothing anyone could ever say or do, could be greater than the love Jesus showed us.
I know He loves me. And, always will. For this I am thankful.
Of course, I am thankful for the promise that He gave us, that for believers, for those who are trusting in Him, to be absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord.
One day, I'll be with Him. In heaven. Hopefully, I'll see you, there.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Healing...
You are probably aware, if you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL), that my incision has been healing.
Yesterday, my nurse arrived, checked it over, gathered her things and prepared to discharge me. She requested that I fax on her behalf, information to release me from nursing care. This I did, while she waited.
No more nursing care for me! Praise God for this! At least, I hope this is the case.
Okay, you may think I'm being negative, but truly, I am not. I am hoping and praying that God's will of healing me without any further complications, is finally being done!
As I've said before, I trust Him, for everything in my life, including my healing.
Since this is what my nurse called superficial healing, there is still healing to be done inside me. I will continue trusting God for this.
In the afternoon, I had company!
My friend M was in the area and called me, asking if it was okay to come visit. Okay??!! Of course!
It did my heart good to see her. Hopefully, she enjoyed our visit together, as much as I did. Thank you, M!
During our discussions on various topics, she mentioned that she knew of someone in USA who needed to have surgery, but couldn't afford it. She also commented that it's good our system didn't burden me financially.
I agreed with her. I am grateful for this.
Hopefully, no one has misunderstood me, with this regard. I am very happy that our social healthcare system didn't leave me in financial dispair.
However, just because we don't pay a user fee very often, when we need care, doesn't mean that we don't pay for our services. We do. Through our taxation system.
I am grateful for our system. It's wonderful for minor healthcare needs, especially for families.
But, it seems that when there is something serious happening, that a person needs specialized care for, the system doesn't alway work right.
That's why I call it the Glass Wall. Sometimes, people can see treatment, but cannot access it, like my now deceased husband, Gordon.
Or, in some cases, like my friend M, treatment was delayed so long, that instead of having relatively minor surgery for cancer, she ended up waiting much longer than she should have, and ended up having major surgery, instead. And, now will require more surgery for reconstruction.
Hmmm... sorry. No one will convince me that our good medical system is working properly. It absolutely isn't.
Unlike our neighbours to our south (actually, here in the city where I live, Americans actually live to the north of us), we have lost control over our own healthcare. Instead, the system determines whether or not we will receive treatment, what treatment we will receive, and when.
Being socialized medicine, treatment should be available whenever the need is found. After all, we are paying for this!
I also believe the quality of treatment needs to be improved. I'd love to see the level of care here, that people find in USA.
At the end of our discussion, I commented that it is too bad that our system couldn't be tweaked, to improve our quality of care. Sort of like combining our system with that found in USA.
Some people may think this a crazy topic of discussion, believing that not everyone needs a physician. I disagree. From a physical, human perspective, we all need care at some point in our lives.
Of course, as a born-again believer, I recognize the fact that Jesus is my ultimate physician, who takes care of me. Physically, and spiritually.
I was reminded of Mark 2:17, "When Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."
Yes, only those who are sick need a physician. And, Jesus is that physician. Our Great Physician, for whom all things are possible.
He didn't just come to heal people physically, as he did during his time here on earth. He also came to heal us spiritually. To provide a means for us to be saved from an eternity in hell.
In order to save us, we must believe upon Him, our Lord, Jesus Christ. And, we as sinners, must repent. Turn away from our sin.
If you are not yet trusting in Jesus, please do so, today. Please read the New Testament portion of the Bible. Repent, come to Christ.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Yesterday, my nurse arrived, checked it over, gathered her things and prepared to discharge me. She requested that I fax on her behalf, information to release me from nursing care. This I did, while she waited.
No more nursing care for me! Praise God for this! At least, I hope this is the case.
Okay, you may think I'm being negative, but truly, I am not. I am hoping and praying that God's will of healing me without any further complications, is finally being done!
As I've said before, I trust Him, for everything in my life, including my healing.
Since this is what my nurse called superficial healing, there is still healing to be done inside me. I will continue trusting God for this.
In the afternoon, I had company!
My friend M was in the area and called me, asking if it was okay to come visit. Okay??!! Of course!
It did my heart good to see her. Hopefully, she enjoyed our visit together, as much as I did. Thank you, M!
During our discussions on various topics, she mentioned that she knew of someone in USA who needed to have surgery, but couldn't afford it. She also commented that it's good our system didn't burden me financially.
I agreed with her. I am grateful for this.
Hopefully, no one has misunderstood me, with this regard. I am very happy that our social healthcare system didn't leave me in financial dispair.
However, just because we don't pay a user fee very often, when we need care, doesn't mean that we don't pay for our services. We do. Through our taxation system.
I am grateful for our system. It's wonderful for minor healthcare needs, especially for families.
But, it seems that when there is something serious happening, that a person needs specialized care for, the system doesn't alway work right.
That's why I call it the Glass Wall. Sometimes, people can see treatment, but cannot access it, like my now deceased husband, Gordon.
Or, in some cases, like my friend M, treatment was delayed so long, that instead of having relatively minor surgery for cancer, she ended up waiting much longer than she should have, and ended up having major surgery, instead. And, now will require more surgery for reconstruction.
Hmmm... sorry. No one will convince me that our good medical system is working properly. It absolutely isn't.
Unlike our neighbours to our south (actually, here in the city where I live, Americans actually live to the north of us), we have lost control over our own healthcare. Instead, the system determines whether or not we will receive treatment, what treatment we will receive, and when.
Being socialized medicine, treatment should be available whenever the need is found. After all, we are paying for this!
I also believe the quality of treatment needs to be improved. I'd love to see the level of care here, that people find in USA.
At the end of our discussion, I commented that it is too bad that our system couldn't be tweaked, to improve our quality of care. Sort of like combining our system with that found in USA.
Some people may think this a crazy topic of discussion, believing that not everyone needs a physician. I disagree. From a physical, human perspective, we all need care at some point in our lives.
Of course, as a born-again believer, I recognize the fact that Jesus is my ultimate physician, who takes care of me. Physically, and spiritually.
I was reminded of Mark 2:17, "When Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."
Yes, only those who are sick need a physician. And, Jesus is that physician. Our Great Physician, for whom all things are possible.
He didn't just come to heal people physically, as he did during his time here on earth. He also came to heal us spiritually. To provide a means for us to be saved from an eternity in hell.
In order to save us, we must believe upon Him, our Lord, Jesus Christ. And, we as sinners, must repent. Turn away from our sin.
If you are not yet trusting in Jesus, please do so, today. Please read the New Testament portion of the Bible. Repent, come to Christ.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Monday, February 25, 2013
The Cure!
In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about my nursing care. And, about how God seemed to be changing things, for me.
I am truly grateful for this! After all, it has been a very long time, for me to be waiting for healing. Thank You, Lord.
In my heart, I believe that my incision being healed, superficially or not, is a good sign.
Let me explain. In the past, on two (2) occasions, everyone thought my incision was healing. On both occasions, instead of being healed fully, my body led instead to my incision becoming open, once again.
This time, I feel differently.
Please understand that normally, once my incision was cleaned and redressed, I couldn't see it. Yesterday, when it was uncovered, I was able to look at it in the mirror and/or while seated in my chair.
It appeared very different to me, this time. Both times in the past, it seemed there was a hole still evident. A hole that seemed to be going downward inside me.
This time, the incision appears differently.
Even though there is still a crevice needing to be healed, it isn't deep enough to pack. And happily, I can say that it doesn't appear to have a hole there, anymore. Instead, it appears smooth, inside the crevice.
Hopefully, this is a true sign of healing. I'm trusting my Great Physician for this! Thank You, Lord!
Speaking of trusting God for healing, I also trust His Word, for this is what He gave us, so we could know truth. His truth.
I was reminded of Jeremiah 33:6, "Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth."
Hopefully, each of my friends and family trust our Lord and His Word, also. Especially, those who are battling extreme health conditions and/or cancer.
Please know I am praying for you. Each of you.
And, am trusting that God will provide the healing you need.
After all, He is what each of us needs. He's the cure, for all our circumstances.
Please understand that the reason I didn't list you here individually, is because there are several of you. And, I didn't want to accidentally leave anyone off the list, here on my blog entry.
God knows who you are, and when I pray, I pray for each of you.
Again, I thank everyone for continued prayer for healing, for me. If you can find it in your heart to pray for those I love and care about, who are suffering and in need of healing, I would appreciate it. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
I am truly grateful for this! After all, it has been a very long time, for me to be waiting for healing. Thank You, Lord.
In my heart, I believe that my incision being healed, superficially or not, is a good sign.
Let me explain. In the past, on two (2) occasions, everyone thought my incision was healing. On both occasions, instead of being healed fully, my body led instead to my incision becoming open, once again.
This time, I feel differently.
Please understand that normally, once my incision was cleaned and redressed, I couldn't see it. Yesterday, when it was uncovered, I was able to look at it in the mirror and/or while seated in my chair.
It appeared very different to me, this time. Both times in the past, it seemed there was a hole still evident. A hole that seemed to be going downward inside me.
This time, the incision appears differently.
Even though there is still a crevice needing to be healed, it isn't deep enough to pack. And happily, I can say that it doesn't appear to have a hole there, anymore. Instead, it appears smooth, inside the crevice.
Hopefully, this is a true sign of healing. I'm trusting my Great Physician for this! Thank You, Lord!
Speaking of trusting God for healing, I also trust His Word, for this is what He gave us, so we could know truth. His truth.
I was reminded of Jeremiah 33:6, "Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth."
Hopefully, each of my friends and family trust our Lord and His Word, also. Especially, those who are battling extreme health conditions and/or cancer.
Please know I am praying for you. Each of you.
And, am trusting that God will provide the healing you need.
After all, He is what each of us needs. He's the cure, for all our circumstances.
Please understand that the reason I didn't list you here individually, is because there are several of you. And, I didn't want to accidentally leave anyone off the list, here on my blog entry.
God knows who you are, and when I pray, I pray for each of you.
Again, I thank everyone for continued prayer for healing, for me. If you can find it in your heart to pray for those I love and care about, who are suffering and in need of healing, I would appreciate it. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Good News!
Hopefully, you have been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) and are aware that I am still in need of healing. If so, I have some news. Good news!
As I wrote previously, my nurse told me that my incision seemed to be healing. Even so, it was still leaking fluid on Wednesday, when I saw my surgeon/doctor.
On Thursday, my nurse told me it was looking really improved. Then, on another visit to clean, pack and redress the wound, she told me it didn't need packing.
And, the latest news is... that I am no longer leaking! My incision is healing well!
This latest development is rather shocking, after all I've been through. But, I am thankful. Very thankful. Thankful to my Great Physician, who is providing healing for me! Thank You, Lord!
I must qualify this. My nurse made it clear that my incision is not fully healed. But, it's reaching the point where there is nothing she can do to assist my healing.
She also reminded me that we have been here, before. My body has been in this exact same situation, previously. But, instead of continued healing, it once again opened up, in the past.
Well, I'm not going to focus on that.
I'd rather press on, and trust my Lord, that He is indeed providing healing for me, at this time.
My nurse also reminded me, that since there is swelling and pain, the healing of the wound is superficial. Meaning, there is still a healing problem, inside me.
She reminded me that I still should not bend, lift, or carry anything. This way, as I continue healing, I won't develop another hernia, or cause any damage to my insides that have not yet healed.
Truly, I do my best to do whatever it is I can do, to promote my healing. After all, I do not want to be like this, for any longer than my body needs to heal.
Talk about good news! This was great news! Again, I thank you, Lord!
While praising Him, I thought of Psalm 146:1, "Praise ye the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul."
Yes, I will continue to praise my Lord! Not just for the healing that He is now providing me, but for the greatest gift I've ever received. Salvation!
Realizing that Jesus came to earth in obedience to God the Father, suffered for sin, died on a wooden cross, and was resurrected, is the greatest gift anyone could receive. It's commonly known in the Christian community, as the Good News. The Good News of the gospel.
Do you know where you will spend eternity, when your life here on earth has ended? Will you spend eternity in heaven? Or, in hell?
If you believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ, you shall be saved (Acts 16:31). If not, it will be very hot, where you'll end up.
Trust in Jesus, today.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I wrote previously, my nurse told me that my incision seemed to be healing. Even so, it was still leaking fluid on Wednesday, when I saw my surgeon/doctor.
On Thursday, my nurse told me it was looking really improved. Then, on another visit to clean, pack and redress the wound, she told me it didn't need packing.
And, the latest news is... that I am no longer leaking! My incision is healing well!
This latest development is rather shocking, after all I've been through. But, I am thankful. Very thankful. Thankful to my Great Physician, who is providing healing for me! Thank You, Lord!
I must qualify this. My nurse made it clear that my incision is not fully healed. But, it's reaching the point where there is nothing she can do to assist my healing.
She also reminded me that we have been here, before. My body has been in this exact same situation, previously. But, instead of continued healing, it once again opened up, in the past.
Well, I'm not going to focus on that.
I'd rather press on, and trust my Lord, that He is indeed providing healing for me, at this time.
My nurse also reminded me, that since there is swelling and pain, the healing of the wound is superficial. Meaning, there is still a healing problem, inside me.
She reminded me that I still should not bend, lift, or carry anything. This way, as I continue healing, I won't develop another hernia, or cause any damage to my insides that have not yet healed.
Truly, I do my best to do whatever it is I can do, to promote my healing. After all, I do not want to be like this, for any longer than my body needs to heal.
Talk about good news! This was great news! Again, I thank you, Lord!
While praising Him, I thought of Psalm 146:1, "Praise ye the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul."
Yes, I will continue to praise my Lord! Not just for the healing that He is now providing me, but for the greatest gift I've ever received. Salvation!
Realizing that Jesus came to earth in obedience to God the Father, suffered for sin, died on a wooden cross, and was resurrected, is the greatest gift anyone could receive. It's commonly known in the Christian community, as the Good News. The Good News of the gospel.
Do you know where you will spend eternity, when your life here on earth has ended? Will you spend eternity in heaven? Or, in hell?
If you believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ, you shall be saved (Acts 16:31). If not, it will be very hot, where you'll end up.
Trust in Jesus, today.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The Prize...
If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll be aware that I've not only written about my health, but also my healthcare. You'll also understand why I feel our good, but imperfect socialized healthcare system needs repair.
Some people don't believe politics has anything to do with it. I disagree.
When I was younger, the government in power created a situation that I believed would lead to a shortage of physicians. They limited the number of people who could enter medical school, by issuing a moratorium.
Yes, government law prohibited those who wished to enter medical school to become doctors. By doing this years ago, they created the current situation of our shortage of physicians. In addition, we have a situation where due to a shortage of physicans, our doctors are overloaded.
So, it seems that if something isn't immediately evident, with regard to someone's health, it is just passed over, thrown aside, to be forgotten by the professional, leaving the patient suffering, needlessly. But, I believe something even worse.
Firstly, I must say that just because someone is intelligent, doesn't mean they are suitable for the job. And, believe me, there are many out there who have what people would generally call, poor bedside manner.
But, of even more importance, is that there are some who may not have had the top marks, generally speaking to enter medical school, but had the heart and knowledge in the field of their desire. The end result may be that those people who might have specialized in an area they felt led to do, but yet maybe weren't as good in every single subject in university, were refused entry into the education system.
In any case, with the current shortage of doctors that has plagued us over the past many years now, our government has changed somewhat. In the past, physicians from other countries were not necessarily granted licence to work, here.
Now, we have many doctors, who have been trained elsewhere in the world. Why? Because our government changed their position, by allowing people to practice medicine here in Canada, even though they weren't trained here.
No matter what the situation is, it seems that we the people, are the ones who lose out. Look at what I discussed yesterday.
Each and every doctor I saw concerning that health concern that plagued me for at least 14 years, was paid by our government, each and every time I saw them. Did it matter to them, if they got to the root of the problem? Obviously, not.
If the concern had been to actually find the root of the problem and deal with it, someone... any one of them, would have done so. Did they? No.
But, each one was happy to have at least seen me, so they could be paid by our government! lol If I don't laugh, I'll cry. :(
It makes me sad to think how many people like me, have suffered in this way. I know for sure my now deceased husband Gordon, did.
After all, when a person doesn't get adequate medical care, they suffer.
My dad always commented with remarks about doctors and our medical system, with phrases like, "They don't call it a practice, for nothing. They don't have to worry. They bury their mistakes." To me, his remarks were truthful. Hey, at least this is one thing I can say I agree with my dad about!
No matter the situation, or concern, the fact is there is nothing that I or anyone else, as an inidividual, can do about it. We do not have any control. Not over our governmental issues. And, certainly not over our healthcare and medical needs.
Now, you probably understand better why I look to God for everything concerning my health. People let us down. Governments let us down. But, God never does.
It's for this reason that I cling to Philippians 3:14, "I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
Onward, I will go. Pressing on. Trusting that my Great Physician will provide healing for me.
Once again, I thank you for praying for me. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Some people don't believe politics has anything to do with it. I disagree.
When I was younger, the government in power created a situation that I believed would lead to a shortage of physicians. They limited the number of people who could enter medical school, by issuing a moratorium.
Yes, government law prohibited those who wished to enter medical school to become doctors. By doing this years ago, they created the current situation of our shortage of physicians. In addition, we have a situation where due to a shortage of physicans, our doctors are overloaded.
So, it seems that if something isn't immediately evident, with regard to someone's health, it is just passed over, thrown aside, to be forgotten by the professional, leaving the patient suffering, needlessly. But, I believe something even worse.
Firstly, I must say that just because someone is intelligent, doesn't mean they are suitable for the job. And, believe me, there are many out there who have what people would generally call, poor bedside manner.
But, of even more importance, is that there are some who may not have had the top marks, generally speaking to enter medical school, but had the heart and knowledge in the field of their desire. The end result may be that those people who might have specialized in an area they felt led to do, but yet maybe weren't as good in every single subject in university, were refused entry into the education system.
In any case, with the current shortage of doctors that has plagued us over the past many years now, our government has changed somewhat. In the past, physicians from other countries were not necessarily granted licence to work, here.
Now, we have many doctors, who have been trained elsewhere in the world. Why? Because our government changed their position, by allowing people to practice medicine here in Canada, even though they weren't trained here.
No matter what the situation is, it seems that we the people, are the ones who lose out. Look at what I discussed yesterday.
Each and every doctor I saw concerning that health concern that plagued me for at least 14 years, was paid by our government, each and every time I saw them. Did it matter to them, if they got to the root of the problem? Obviously, not.
If the concern had been to actually find the root of the problem and deal with it, someone... any one of them, would have done so. Did they? No.
But, each one was happy to have at least seen me, so they could be paid by our government! lol If I don't laugh, I'll cry. :(
It makes me sad to think how many people like me, have suffered in this way. I know for sure my now deceased husband Gordon, did.
After all, when a person doesn't get adequate medical care, they suffer.
My dad always commented with remarks about doctors and our medical system, with phrases like, "They don't call it a practice, for nothing. They don't have to worry. They bury their mistakes." To me, his remarks were truthful. Hey, at least this is one thing I can say I agree with my dad about!
No matter the situation, or concern, the fact is there is nothing that I or anyone else, as an inidividual, can do about it. We do not have any control. Not over our governmental issues. And, certainly not over our healthcare and medical needs.
Now, you probably understand better why I look to God for everything concerning my health. People let us down. Governments let us down. But, God never does.
It's for this reason that I cling to Philippians 3:14, "I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
Onward, I will go. Pressing on. Trusting that my Great Physician will provide healing for me.
Once again, I thank you for praying for me. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, February 22, 2013
Tests...
In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about what happened at my surgeon/doctor's appointment. The one where I found out the results of the CT Scan I had, showed nothing.
As I mentioned yesterday, I didn't really trust the test results from the CT Scan I had a few weeks ago.
I realize that some of you may be wondering why I would say that. And, why I wouldn't be trustworthy of our healthcare system, here in Ontario, Canada.
For starters, if you've read the book I authored, Love Never Fails You... you would know that while our socialized medical system is good, in my opinion it is broken. It's broken when people cannot get the care they need. Or, when they cannot get the care they need, when they need it. I refer to this, as the Glass Wall.
However, there are other reasons I do not trust the test results reported to me, yesterday.
Medicine, is big business. One of the biggest business in our country and possibly even around the world.
There are many people who go into medicine because they are drawn to it, and due to being suitable for the position. I congratulate those who have opted to become educated and work in the field of their dreams, for the right reasons.
However, not everyone does this. Not everyone wants employment in the medical field, for the right reasons. Some are only there to put their eight (8) hours in, and get paid in a big way, trusting that people will never stop being in need of medical assistance.
Okay. You're probably thinking ill of me for writing what I just wrote. But, I believe this is true. For many reasons.
While I have no intention about writing about every medical trial in my life, I will have to tell you about one instance that assured me that our medical system is defective, in more ways than just the Glass Wall. I'll try to keep it simple and short, without going into much detail.
As a teenager, I complained to my doctor about a lump that kept appearing from time to time. It wasn't a case where it was there all the time. It would swell up at times when the doctor didn't want to examine me. Later, it would disappear.
This went on year after year. Every town/city I lived in, where I had a new physician, I brought this problem to their attention. Nothing was ever found. Nor was anything ever done to provide healing for me.
Then, when I was in my early 30's, it swelled up so large, I could hardly sit. My now deceased husband, Gordon took me to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital.
There the ER doctor examined me, and told me it was a large cyst. He also told me he would lance it, and clean it out.
As he began cleaning it out, he counted aloud. "It's the size of one (1) golf ball", he said. Then, he went on counting. When he reached seven (7), he exclaimed that there was far more than he thought and wouldn't continue counting. Several minutes later, he explained that unless he took me into a proper operating room for surgery, he wouldn't be able to clean it out, fully.
So, he packed me and sent me home. I was directed to meet him the following day at the other hospital. I did this. And, had surgery.
Afterwards, he was rather upset with me. He told me it was the largest cyst he had ever seen. He commented that I must have had this for many years.
Continuing on, he condemned me for never having seen a doctor about this in the past. It was then, that I made it clear that for approximately 14 or more years, I had complained to every doctor I had ever seen.
And, I let him know that only six (6) weeks earlier, I had an ultrasound test done with this regard. And, the results showed there was nothing wrong. Nothing was found. Nothing...
His demeanor totally changed. Instead of being upset with me, he calmly commented that the ultrasound technician must have been looking for something small, and not something large.
Hmmm... this came to mind, when I thought about the CT Scan results saying there was nothing wrong. That nothing showed up.
So, if you were wondering why I was so upset yesterday, maybe you can understand better now, after reading about how I suffered for many, many years with our medical system that truly let me down, leaving me open to suffering for an unnecessary extended period of time.
Please know that I am not fearful. I know that God is with me. And, I realize that this is just one of many tests I have endured in my lifetime.
This reminds me of Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
Yes, He is with me. He is my God. He gives me strength, daily. And, I know He will help me. In His time.
Once again, I thank all who have prayed for healing for me. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I mentioned yesterday, I didn't really trust the test results from the CT Scan I had a few weeks ago.
I realize that some of you may be wondering why I would say that. And, why I wouldn't be trustworthy of our healthcare system, here in Ontario, Canada.
For starters, if you've read the book I authored, Love Never Fails You... you would know that while our socialized medical system is good, in my opinion it is broken. It's broken when people cannot get the care they need. Or, when they cannot get the care they need, when they need it. I refer to this, as the Glass Wall.
However, there are other reasons I do not trust the test results reported to me, yesterday.
Medicine, is big business. One of the biggest business in our country and possibly even around the world.
There are many people who go into medicine because they are drawn to it, and due to being suitable for the position. I congratulate those who have opted to become educated and work in the field of their dreams, for the right reasons.
However, not everyone does this. Not everyone wants employment in the medical field, for the right reasons. Some are only there to put their eight (8) hours in, and get paid in a big way, trusting that people will never stop being in need of medical assistance.
Okay. You're probably thinking ill of me for writing what I just wrote. But, I believe this is true. For many reasons.
While I have no intention about writing about every medical trial in my life, I will have to tell you about one instance that assured me that our medical system is defective, in more ways than just the Glass Wall. I'll try to keep it simple and short, without going into much detail.
As a teenager, I complained to my doctor about a lump that kept appearing from time to time. It wasn't a case where it was there all the time. It would swell up at times when the doctor didn't want to examine me. Later, it would disappear.
This went on year after year. Every town/city I lived in, where I had a new physician, I brought this problem to their attention. Nothing was ever found. Nor was anything ever done to provide healing for me.
Then, when I was in my early 30's, it swelled up so large, I could hardly sit. My now deceased husband, Gordon took me to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital.
There the ER doctor examined me, and told me it was a large cyst. He also told me he would lance it, and clean it out.
As he began cleaning it out, he counted aloud. "It's the size of one (1) golf ball", he said. Then, he went on counting. When he reached seven (7), he exclaimed that there was far more than he thought and wouldn't continue counting. Several minutes later, he explained that unless he took me into a proper operating room for surgery, he wouldn't be able to clean it out, fully.
So, he packed me and sent me home. I was directed to meet him the following day at the other hospital. I did this. And, had surgery.
Afterwards, he was rather upset with me. He told me it was the largest cyst he had ever seen. He commented that I must have had this for many years.
Continuing on, he condemned me for never having seen a doctor about this in the past. It was then, that I made it clear that for approximately 14 or more years, I had complained to every doctor I had ever seen.
And, I let him know that only six (6) weeks earlier, I had an ultrasound test done with this regard. And, the results showed there was nothing wrong. Nothing was found. Nothing...
His demeanor totally changed. Instead of being upset with me, he calmly commented that the ultrasound technician must have been looking for something small, and not something large.
Hmmm... this came to mind, when I thought about the CT Scan results saying there was nothing wrong. That nothing showed up.
So, if you were wondering why I was so upset yesterday, maybe you can understand better now, after reading about how I suffered for many, many years with our medical system that truly let me down, leaving me open to suffering for an unnecessary extended period of time.
Please know that I am not fearful. I know that God is with me. And, I realize that this is just one of many tests I have endured in my lifetime.
This reminds me of Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
Yes, He is with me. He is my God. He gives me strength, daily. And, I know He will help me. In His time.
Once again, I thank all who have prayed for healing for me. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, February 21, 2013
For Our Sake...
Recently, I mentioned here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) that I was going to see my surgeon/doctor this week, to get the results of the CT Scan that I had done a few weeks ago. Yesterday, was the day.
As I've written in the past, I was hoping that it would have shown that a sponge or something had been left inside me. I mentioned this to my surgeon yesterday. He was shocked.
I explained that if this were the case, he would be able to open me up, remove whatever was causing my pain and inability to heal, sew me up and then, I would heal. He understood.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the case.
He informed me that the CT Scan didn't show any problem. Nothing was found. And, no clue was given as to what has been causing my inabilty to heal, the swelling to the right of my incision, and the pain that is increasing as time marches on.
To say I was upset, is an understatement.
He had just seen for himself that there was indeed swelling. So, why didn't this show up on the CT Scan? His reply was that he didn't know why nothing showed up. He didn't know why that swelling didn't show up.
I asked if the test had failed in some way. He didn't know.
I asked what I needed to have this swelling and pain go away. He didn't know.
He asked me if I would like to have a second (2nd) opinion, saying that he would refer me. He appeared shocked when I said I didn't feel I needed a second (2nd) opinion, because I trust him.
It's the test results I didn't trust!
Being rather upset, I asked if he was going to just toss me aside, finish as my care-giver and leave me suffering with pain and inability to function. He told me that he would see me in a month, because my open wound still has not healed.
At this point, I began to cry.
Not just due to being upset. But, I cried out to God.
Then, I told my surgeon that had I known back in September, how long and how much I would suffer after having the surgery, I wouldn't have had it done. Instead, I would have just requested they treat my pain, and allow me to die.
Sigh...
I know. Some of you must be thinking I'm depressed. Maybe, I am. Maybe, I'm not.
There is one thing I know. Had I not gone to the hospital when I did, I would have died, within hours. They told me so, at that time.
Please don't misunderstand.
I realize that God's will is always done. I realize that there is a time to be born and a time to die. No one escapes death. It comes to all of us.
In addition, I realize that sometimes God makes things happen in our lives that we don't necessarily like. And, I also realize that sometimes God doesn't do this. Sometimes, He just ordains it. Allows it.
Why? To ultimately give Him glory.
This is what God wants from us. He wants no other god before Him. He wants all the glory, for everything in our lives. And will use any means He desires, to bring this about. Even if it means allowing us to be afflicted in our lives.
He told us this, in 2 Corinthians 4: 15-18, "For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal."
God will heal me. One way or another. Whether in life, or through death.
In the meantime, I believe He wants me to have a testimony to His goodness. Another testimony. To bring glory and honour to Him.
I will glorify Him. I will trust in Him. Always.
It's for this reason that I will continue to keep my eyes upon Jesus. The author and finisher of my faith.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I've written in the past, I was hoping that it would have shown that a sponge or something had been left inside me. I mentioned this to my surgeon yesterday. He was shocked.
I explained that if this were the case, he would be able to open me up, remove whatever was causing my pain and inability to heal, sew me up and then, I would heal. He understood.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the case.
He informed me that the CT Scan didn't show any problem. Nothing was found. And, no clue was given as to what has been causing my inabilty to heal, the swelling to the right of my incision, and the pain that is increasing as time marches on.
To say I was upset, is an understatement.
He had just seen for himself that there was indeed swelling. So, why didn't this show up on the CT Scan? His reply was that he didn't know why nothing showed up. He didn't know why that swelling didn't show up.
I asked if the test had failed in some way. He didn't know.
I asked what I needed to have this swelling and pain go away. He didn't know.
He asked me if I would like to have a second (2nd) opinion, saying that he would refer me. He appeared shocked when I said I didn't feel I needed a second (2nd) opinion, because I trust him.
It's the test results I didn't trust!
Being rather upset, I asked if he was going to just toss me aside, finish as my care-giver and leave me suffering with pain and inability to function. He told me that he would see me in a month, because my open wound still has not healed.
At this point, I began to cry.
Not just due to being upset. But, I cried out to God.
Then, I told my surgeon that had I known back in September, how long and how much I would suffer after having the surgery, I wouldn't have had it done. Instead, I would have just requested they treat my pain, and allow me to die.
Sigh...
I know. Some of you must be thinking I'm depressed. Maybe, I am. Maybe, I'm not.
There is one thing I know. Had I not gone to the hospital when I did, I would have died, within hours. They told me so, at that time.
Please don't misunderstand.
I realize that God's will is always done. I realize that there is a time to be born and a time to die. No one escapes death. It comes to all of us.
In addition, I realize that sometimes God makes things happen in our lives that we don't necessarily like. And, I also realize that sometimes God doesn't do this. Sometimes, He just ordains it. Allows it.
Why? To ultimately give Him glory.
This is what God wants from us. He wants no other god before Him. He wants all the glory, for everything in our lives. And will use any means He desires, to bring this about. Even if it means allowing us to be afflicted in our lives.
He told us this, in 2 Corinthians 4: 15-18, "For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal."
God will heal me. One way or another. Whether in life, or through death.
In the meantime, I believe He wants me to have a testimony to His goodness. Another testimony. To bring glory and honour to Him.
I will glorify Him. I will trust in Him. Always.
It's for this reason that I will continue to keep my eyes upon Jesus. The author and finisher of my faith.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Knowledgeable?
Since I have here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) a list of blogs I read, you are aware I read blogs. Of various kinds. Even though I read some blogs, I do not have each one listed.
Some blogs I follow are Christian. Others, are not.
Some refer to God regularly, while some are more about travel. Usually, by secular people. Although from time to time, a Christian writer/traveller will come to view.
One writer seemed to be knowledgeable about the Bible.
I keep reading the blog, not just because he's a good writer and I enjoy reading of his travels. But, I also wondered if he was a closet Christian. Meaning, someone who considers themselves a believer, but who doesn't speak up for Christ.
Since I only recently found this blog, I am in the mode of catching up on past entries. I went back to the beginning, and have been reading each and every entry. Yes... it can be done!
While I wasn't shocked, I must admit I was disappointed at something I read.
Just to set the stage of understanding, this fellow had met a small group of young men, belonging to a religious sect that is heavy into obedience. Yes, they spoke with this author about the Bible.
The blog author made a comment on this entry, "They asked all the right questions and were astounded that an unbeliever knew the Bible as well as they."
It confirmed to me that the blog writer was indeed, not saved. He admitted it.
He admitted that he was an unbeliever. Openly, to the group of males, and by writing on his blog, to the world. For all to see, read and understand.
It amazes me that there are people with knowledge. Knowledge, meaning head knowledge. But, without the relationship with Jesus Christ, that God demands.
To me, the sad part is that people who have the head knowledge, without faith, will perish.
There are many verses that support the comment I just made, in both the Old and New Testament portions of the Bible that have similar meanings. But, I chose to use Proverbs 14:12, "There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."
Be sure that I prayed for this fellow blog writer.
From his writing and from his feelings directed about the homeless, etc., readers can tell that this fellow cares for people. But, without Christ in his heart, his future is not something I would wish on anyone.
I will continue to pray, that this fellow and others like him, who have read and acknowledge God's word, who have the capacity of understanding, will come to faith, by trusting in my Lord, Jesus Christ. I pray it was always part of God's plan.
Remember that salvation is simple. "...believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved...", Acts 16:31.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Some blogs I follow are Christian. Others, are not.
Some refer to God regularly, while some are more about travel. Usually, by secular people. Although from time to time, a Christian writer/traveller will come to view.
One writer seemed to be knowledgeable about the Bible.
I keep reading the blog, not just because he's a good writer and I enjoy reading of his travels. But, I also wondered if he was a closet Christian. Meaning, someone who considers themselves a believer, but who doesn't speak up for Christ.
Since I only recently found this blog, I am in the mode of catching up on past entries. I went back to the beginning, and have been reading each and every entry. Yes... it can be done!
While I wasn't shocked, I must admit I was disappointed at something I read.
Just to set the stage of understanding, this fellow had met a small group of young men, belonging to a religious sect that is heavy into obedience. Yes, they spoke with this author about the Bible.
The blog author made a comment on this entry, "They asked all the right questions and were astounded that an unbeliever knew the Bible as well as they."
It confirmed to me that the blog writer was indeed, not saved. He admitted it.
He admitted that he was an unbeliever. Openly, to the group of males, and by writing on his blog, to the world. For all to see, read and understand.
It amazes me that there are people with knowledge. Knowledge, meaning head knowledge. But, without the relationship with Jesus Christ, that God demands.
To me, the sad part is that people who have the head knowledge, without faith, will perish.
There are many verses that support the comment I just made, in both the Old and New Testament portions of the Bible that have similar meanings. But, I chose to use Proverbs 14:12, "There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."
Be sure that I prayed for this fellow blog writer.
From his writing and from his feelings directed about the homeless, etc., readers can tell that this fellow cares for people. But, without Christ in his heart, his future is not something I would wish on anyone.
I will continue to pray, that this fellow and others like him, who have read and acknowledge God's word, who have the capacity of understanding, will come to faith, by trusting in my Lord, Jesus Christ. I pray it was always part of God's plan.
Remember that salvation is simple. "...believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved...", Acts 16:31.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Timing?!
If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll be aware that I'm still having trouble healing, after having had two (2) surgeries. Here I am in month six (6), of trying to recover.
Lately, my nurse has been telling me that the hole where fluid had been draining through in my incision, has been healing. As I mentioned previously, instead of just fluid, there has actually been blood draining there, now.
Once again, I have to wonder if this newer healing situation is being assisted by me taking my vitamins, etc. You see, now I am finished taking the antibiotics and am back on my good quality vitamins/minerals. It's only been since this time, that healing seems to be happening, even if it has been slow coming.
As I've written previously, I've had some complications.
Just like in the past, as my incision hole is healing, I once again have swelling to the right of the wound. And, sometimes pain that crosses the right side of my abdomen, depending upon what I am doing.
In addition, I've had a new development. As I just mentioned, it seems that everything has been happening on the right side of my wound. But, a few days ago, my nurse told me that I have a blister, on the left side of my wound.
Last evening, I realized that not only was this blister rather large, but now there are a couple more blisters rising next to the original one, that is now changing from being clear fluid, to red in colour.
My nurse thinks it may be from the tape that has been used for close to six (6) months, now. I hope she's right. If not, it could be a sign of other problems, or infection.
Sigh...
Reality is, that God will allow me to heal, in His time. Not mine. It matters not how much I want to be healed. If God has a purpose in delaying my healing, it will be delayed.
Acts 1:7 comes to mind, "And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power."
Notice that we are told it is not for us to know timing. And, we are told it is God the Father's power. Not ours.
Of course, no one knows God's plan. Not for me, nor for you. Even so, I trust Him, explicitly. And, I know that He will heal me fully, in His time. Not mine.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Lately, my nurse has been telling me that the hole where fluid had been draining through in my incision, has been healing. As I mentioned previously, instead of just fluid, there has actually been blood draining there, now.
Once again, I have to wonder if this newer healing situation is being assisted by me taking my vitamins, etc. You see, now I am finished taking the antibiotics and am back on my good quality vitamins/minerals. It's only been since this time, that healing seems to be happening, even if it has been slow coming.
As I've written previously, I've had some complications.
Just like in the past, as my incision hole is healing, I once again have swelling to the right of the wound. And, sometimes pain that crosses the right side of my abdomen, depending upon what I am doing.
In addition, I've had a new development. As I just mentioned, it seems that everything has been happening on the right side of my wound. But, a few days ago, my nurse told me that I have a blister, on the left side of my wound.
Last evening, I realized that not only was this blister rather large, but now there are a couple more blisters rising next to the original one, that is now changing from being clear fluid, to red in colour.
My nurse thinks it may be from the tape that has been used for close to six (6) months, now. I hope she's right. If not, it could be a sign of other problems, or infection.
Sigh...
Reality is, that God will allow me to heal, in His time. Not mine. It matters not how much I want to be healed. If God has a purpose in delaying my healing, it will be delayed.
Acts 1:7 comes to mind, "And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power."
Notice that we are told it is not for us to know timing. And, we are told it is God the Father's power. Not ours.
Of course, no one knows God's plan. Not for me, nor for you. Even so, I trust Him, explicitly. And, I know that He will heal me fully, in His time. Not mine.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Monday, February 18, 2013
Love... To Remember...
In the past, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I have written about how grateful I am for the Christian love I have been receiving.
Today, I'd like to discuss... love. In a more heart-felt, human way. After all, it is love month. February.
When I was young, I watched a movie that always stayed on my mind. For much of my life, I couldn't recall the title of the film, but the storyline always was with me.
You may or may not be familiar with, An Affair to Remember. It starred Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. Here's a LINK to find out more about this wonderful movie.
Once you've read about it, or if you've seen it yourself, you may think that possibly I adore this film, because I can relate to it.
Well, yes... I can relate to the film. After all, as an adult who is partially disabled, I can relate to the situation the arises near the end of the movie. And, how tragedy changes life. Still, it fills my heart with joy every time I think of the ending of the movie.
Today, in our society, the title may or may not be scoffed at. If I had to entitle the film today, I think I would rather call it Love to Remember.
After all, we live in a sinful society, where people relate to the word 'affair' as being referring to a sexual encounter. However, in the movie, none of this is depicted.
What is prevalent is the ongoing realization that these people truly fell in love, with each other.
The thing that struck me most about this movie, was that even though tragedy happened and their lives were affected, the love they had for each other didn't die. It survived. And, flourished.
When I first saw and adored this film, I was a young, healthy person. Now that I am a widow, struggling with health problems, this film means even more to me.
After all, love doesn't die. It doesn't fade. It doesn't wax and wane as life changes. It remains firm. Solid. Always there.
While I've been referring to true love, in human fashion, there is another love that our human love cannot even compare to. God's love.
After all, He loved us so very much.
God loved us so very much that He created a plan of redemption for us. A plan that involved Him sacrificing His own Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ. The Sacrifice to end all sacrifices.
How grateful I am for Romans 5:8, "But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
What greater love could we ever have, than this?! There is no greater love.
Hopefully, you already have Jesus Christ in your heart. Hopefully, you've already surrendered your life to Him.
If you haven't yet done so, please... come to Christ, today. You aren't guaranteed tomorrow. Today, is the day of salvation.
Until next time...
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Today, I'd like to discuss... love. In a more heart-felt, human way. After all, it is love month. February.
When I was young, I watched a movie that always stayed on my mind. For much of my life, I couldn't recall the title of the film, but the storyline always was with me.
You may or may not be familiar with, An Affair to Remember. It starred Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. Here's a LINK to find out more about this wonderful movie.
Once you've read about it, or if you've seen it yourself, you may think that possibly I adore this film, because I can relate to it.
Well, yes... I can relate to the film. After all, as an adult who is partially disabled, I can relate to the situation the arises near the end of the movie. And, how tragedy changes life. Still, it fills my heart with joy every time I think of the ending of the movie.
Today, in our society, the title may or may not be scoffed at. If I had to entitle the film today, I think I would rather call it Love to Remember.
After all, we live in a sinful society, where people relate to the word 'affair' as being referring to a sexual encounter. However, in the movie, none of this is depicted.
What is prevalent is the ongoing realization that these people truly fell in love, with each other.
The thing that struck me most about this movie, was that even though tragedy happened and their lives were affected, the love they had for each other didn't die. It survived. And, flourished.
When I first saw and adored this film, I was a young, healthy person. Now that I am a widow, struggling with health problems, this film means even more to me.
After all, love doesn't die. It doesn't fade. It doesn't wax and wane as life changes. It remains firm. Solid. Always there.
While I've been referring to true love, in human fashion, there is another love that our human love cannot even compare to. God's love.
After all, He loved us so very much.
God loved us so very much that He created a plan of redemption for us. A plan that involved Him sacrificing His own Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ. The Sacrifice to end all sacrifices.
How grateful I am for Romans 5:8, "But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
What greater love could we ever have, than this?! There is no greater love.
Hopefully, you already have Jesus Christ in your heart. Hopefully, you've already surrendered your life to Him.
If you haven't yet done so, please... come to Christ, today. You aren't guaranteed tomorrow. Today, is the day of salvation.
Until next time...
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Sunday, February 17, 2013
Light!
Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I've been writing lately about love. After all, February is love month!
This love month hasn't been easy for me. For many reasons.
When I think of love, I think of Jesus, my saviour. And, how much I love Him and want to worship God, at church.
Being Sonday, my Lord's day, I once again stayed home and did not go anywhere to worship.
Yes, I've gone out and even driven myself. I must say though, I've only done this when I absolutely had to.
However, I have been trying to avoid going anywhere where there are crowds of people.
The more people, the more chance someone will be there, either sick or in the process of becoming sick. The last thing I need, is to become ill with any virus or infection on top of what I my body has already been fighting.
Instead, I've been listening to pastors preaching/teaching, both on radio and through the internet. This morning, I watched Jack Van Impe; here's a LINK to his site.
Recently, I listened to a sermon preached by Charles Lawson, that a Facebook (FB) friend sent me. I thought it was wonderful. It's called: Love Letter From Heaven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECc8PsBpj0w&feature=player_embedded
While I miss being able to worship with my brothers and sisters-in-the-Lord, I am grateful that in this day and age, much teaching and preaching is available by various means.
One verse I love that shows how important it is, is Psalm 119:105, "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."
Yes, God's Word lights up my life... and directs my path.
How grateful I am that I am being spiritually fed, even though I am basically at home, alone. How grateful I am, to be able to read and understand God's Word. How thankful I am that I have freedom to read the Bible.
Please pray with me for our brothers and sisters in Christ, who live in war-torn areas, or who do not have freedom to openly read, preach or teach God's Word. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
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This love month hasn't been easy for me. For many reasons.
When I think of love, I think of Jesus, my saviour. And, how much I love Him and want to worship God, at church.
Being Sonday, my Lord's day, I once again stayed home and did not go anywhere to worship.
Yes, I've gone out and even driven myself. I must say though, I've only done this when I absolutely had to.
However, I have been trying to avoid going anywhere where there are crowds of people.
The more people, the more chance someone will be there, either sick or in the process of becoming sick. The last thing I need, is to become ill with any virus or infection on top of what I my body has already been fighting.
Instead, I've been listening to pastors preaching/teaching, both on radio and through the internet. This morning, I watched Jack Van Impe; here's a LINK to his site.
Recently, I listened to a sermon preached by Charles Lawson, that a Facebook (FB) friend sent me. I thought it was wonderful. It's called: Love Letter From Heaven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECc8PsBpj0w&feature=player_embedded
While I miss being able to worship with my brothers and sisters-in-the-Lord, I am grateful that in this day and age, much teaching and preaching is available by various means.
One verse I love that shows how important it is, is Psalm 119:105, "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."
Yes, God's Word lights up my life... and directs my path.
How grateful I am that I am being spiritually fed, even though I am basically at home, alone. How grateful I am, to be able to read and understand God's Word. How thankful I am that I have freedom to read the Bible.
Please pray with me for our brothers and sisters in Christ, who live in war-torn areas, or who do not have freedom to openly read, preach or teach God's Word. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, February 16, 2013
To... and Away...
Since I write regularly, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) about being a widow, you're probably aware that Valentine's Day is a hard day for me.
When my Gordon was alive, I would usually wake up on Valentine's Day, to find a myriad of love expressions around my home.
Oh yes, the usual gifts of flowers and chocolates. But, the things that were most endearing to me were the little things he did.
Like placing hearts of various sizes everywhere he knew I would be. Sometimes leading to my chair, on my recliner, in the kitchen, in the fridge. On the stove, in cupboards. On the mirror and in the shower, in the bathroom. And, even in my car/van.
I must admit, I truly miss this.
Not just because of the love he showed me on this day, for he showed me love like this, regularly. But, because I miss the closeness that is no longer present.
Being soulmates, he would end my sentences. And, I would sometimes end, his.
When we had eye contact, we could feel a connection. Same with when we held hands; sometimes even receiving an electric shock.
But, it's gone, now. He's gone. And, so is the love.
Of course, I love my family and friends and do my best to show them my never-ending love. Just as some people do, for me.
On Facebook, several friends posted Valentine's greetings. And, so did I. One that I saw stuck out in my mind, so I am posting a link here for you to enjoy... A Valentine from God...
I must tell you that a few days before Valentine's Day, I received a card in the mail.
It was actually shocking to me, to have received this Valentine card. My now deceased husband Gordon's friend B, who lives in St. Thomas, Ontario, had sent it.
No, it wasn't a love card, as some people may think. But, it was a valentine. And, it was cute.
In the past, I've received cards from various people that were different than the norm. At first, I thought this card was much like the musical cards I have experienced. But, it wasn't.
It was different, because when I opened the card, instead of music being played, there were multiple voices wishing me Happy Valentine's Day. They argued with each other, over who I should choose to be my first valentine. lol
The most surprising thing was after I shut the card.
After a second or two (2) of silence, the voices again spoke up, saying things like... 'they shut the card! How could they do this?'... and more!
lol :) Never before had I experienced this! It sure gave me a laugh. Thank you B, for encouraging me! May God bless you.
Thinking about being an encouragement to others, brought to mind a Bible verse. Hebrews 10:24, "And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:"
I pray for B. Not just because he did his best to encourage me at a time when he knew I would be feeling loss.
I pray for him, because he is not a born-again Christian. In fact, he has told me that he doesn't even like to think about God.
Personally, I believe it's possible that he's experienced much pain in life. And, instead of turning to God, he's turned away.
No matter the case, I praise God for B, and for the caring friendship he has extended to me, since Gordon's death.
Please join me in prayer for B, and indeed, for everyone we know who walks a mile in his shoes. Without our Lord. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
When my Gordon was alive, I would usually wake up on Valentine's Day, to find a myriad of love expressions around my home.
Oh yes, the usual gifts of flowers and chocolates. But, the things that were most endearing to me were the little things he did.
Like placing hearts of various sizes everywhere he knew I would be. Sometimes leading to my chair, on my recliner, in the kitchen, in the fridge. On the stove, in cupboards. On the mirror and in the shower, in the bathroom. And, even in my car/van.
I must admit, I truly miss this.
Not just because of the love he showed me on this day, for he showed me love like this, regularly. But, because I miss the closeness that is no longer present.
Being soulmates, he would end my sentences. And, I would sometimes end, his.
When we had eye contact, we could feel a connection. Same with when we held hands; sometimes even receiving an electric shock.
But, it's gone, now. He's gone. And, so is the love.
Of course, I love my family and friends and do my best to show them my never-ending love. Just as some people do, for me.
On Facebook, several friends posted Valentine's greetings. And, so did I. One that I saw stuck out in my mind, so I am posting a link here for you to enjoy... A Valentine from God...
I must tell you that a few days before Valentine's Day, I received a card in the mail.
It was actually shocking to me, to have received this Valentine card. My now deceased husband Gordon's friend B, who lives in St. Thomas, Ontario, had sent it.
No, it wasn't a love card, as some people may think. But, it was a valentine. And, it was cute.
In the past, I've received cards from various people that were different than the norm. At first, I thought this card was much like the musical cards I have experienced. But, it wasn't.
It was different, because when I opened the card, instead of music being played, there were multiple voices wishing me Happy Valentine's Day. They argued with each other, over who I should choose to be my first valentine. lol
The most surprising thing was after I shut the card.
After a second or two (2) of silence, the voices again spoke up, saying things like... 'they shut the card! How could they do this?'... and more!
lol :) Never before had I experienced this! It sure gave me a laugh. Thank you B, for encouraging me! May God bless you.
Thinking about being an encouragement to others, brought to mind a Bible verse. Hebrews 10:24, "And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:"
I pray for B. Not just because he did his best to encourage me at a time when he knew I would be feeling loss.
I pray for him, because he is not a born-again Christian. In fact, he has told me that he doesn't even like to think about God.
Personally, I believe it's possible that he's experienced much pain in life. And, instead of turning to God, he's turned away.
No matter the case, I praise God for B, and for the caring friendship he has extended to me, since Gordon's death.
Please join me in prayer for B, and indeed, for everyone we know who walks a mile in his shoes. Without our Lord. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, February 15, 2013
H.B. K! & Rejoice!
As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, it was a special day. Valentine's Day, to be sure. But, it was a special day for other reasons.
Knowing I had to go out later in the afternoon, I prearranged to meet with another local author.
This fellow had recently held a contest. One, that I had entered. And, won! Thank you Kit, for the copy of one of the books you wrote. I'm sure I'll enjoy reading this prize!
Kit McCann's website will fill you in, regarding information about him and what he has written. Here's a LINK for you!
After leaving the Tim Horton's location where Kit and I met, I made my way to visit my daughters and their families. It was the first time I had been to visit with any of them at their homes, since I first became ill at the beginning of September.
While I have seen loved ones, on an individual basis when they dropped by my home, I had been trying to not go out and be around people. This was the first time that all of my family members were healthy! I praised God for this; thank You, Lord...
Throughout the fall and part of this winter, it seemed that one (1) was sick, then another, and another. Due to this, I spent Thanksgiving alone, my birthday alone, Christmas alone and New Year's alone.
Believe me when I say I was grateful that all were healthy and I was able to drive to see everyone! Thank You, Lord!
At P's, we celebrated Valentine's Day. My grandsons were happy to receive their sweet treats.
P's boyfriend was even happier. It was his birthday! So, we celebrated K's birthday!
Normally, I would bake and decorate a cake, for him and for all of my family members. But, with still not being able to bend down into my cupboard, nor stretching to reach in and lift out my mixer and other baking equipment, once again I wasn't able to do this.
K had a cake though, because P had bought one. Thank you, P! It was delicious! Here's K, after blowing out his candle! My grandson S, is in the pic with him.
I would have posted a pic of my family, but my batteries in my camera, died! This meant that when I went to my daughter B's home, I wasn't able to take any pics of my family there, either. Sniff, sniff...
At B's, I was grateful being able to visit with my family members. And, we enjoyed supper, together. Thank you, B! It was delicious!
In some ways, this special day turned out better than what I had anticipated. This brought to mind Psalm 118:24, "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
Even though it wasn't a perfect day for me, God sure made it good! I rejoiced and was thankful!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Knowing I had to go out later in the afternoon, I prearranged to meet with another local author.
This fellow had recently held a contest. One, that I had entered. And, won! Thank you Kit, for the copy of one of the books you wrote. I'm sure I'll enjoy reading this prize!
Kit McCann's website will fill you in, regarding information about him and what he has written. Here's a LINK for you!
After leaving the Tim Horton's location where Kit and I met, I made my way to visit my daughters and their families. It was the first time I had been to visit with any of them at their homes, since I first became ill at the beginning of September.
While I have seen loved ones, on an individual basis when they dropped by my home, I had been trying to not go out and be around people. This was the first time that all of my family members were healthy! I praised God for this; thank You, Lord...
Throughout the fall and part of this winter, it seemed that one (1) was sick, then another, and another. Due to this, I spent Thanksgiving alone, my birthday alone, Christmas alone and New Year's alone.
Believe me when I say I was grateful that all were healthy and I was able to drive to see everyone! Thank You, Lord!
At P's, we celebrated Valentine's Day. My grandsons were happy to receive their sweet treats.
P's boyfriend was even happier. It was his birthday! So, we celebrated K's birthday!
Normally, I would bake and decorate a cake, for him and for all of my family members. But, with still not being able to bend down into my cupboard, nor stretching to reach in and lift out my mixer and other baking equipment, once again I wasn't able to do this.
K had a cake though, because P had bought one. Thank you, P! It was delicious! Here's K, after blowing out his candle! My grandson S, is in the pic with him.
Happy Birthday, K!
I would have posted a pic of my family, but my batteries in my camera, died! This meant that when I went to my daughter B's home, I wasn't able to take any pics of my family there, either. Sniff, sniff...
At B's, I was grateful being able to visit with my family members. And, we enjoyed supper, together. Thank you, B! It was delicious!
In some ways, this special day turned out better than what I had anticipated. This brought to mind Psalm 118:24, "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
Even though it wasn't a perfect day for me, God sure made it good! I rejoiced and was thankful!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day!
As you would know if you have read Life with Lynnie (LwL) in the past, I celebrate special days, whether or not they are Christian holidays.
When I saw this pic, I was impressed. Especially, due to the creator using God's Word! Thank you to whoever it was that created this. May God bless you!
With today being
a day when
people generally
celebrate
love,
a Bible chapter
struck me as
being one that
I should
post here.
"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity
envieth not; charity
vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
Doth not behave
itself unseemly,
seeketh not her
own, is not easily
provoked, thinketh
no evil; Rejoiceth
not in iniquity, but
rejoiceth in the
truth; Beareth all
things, believeth all
things, hopeth all
things, endureth
all things. Charity
never faileth: but
whether there be
prophecies, they
shall fail; whether there
be tongues, they shall
cease; whether there be
knowledge, it shall vanish
away. For we know in
part, and we prophesy
in part. But when that
which is perfect is come,
then that which is in
part shall be done away.
When I was a child,
I spake as a child,
I understood as a child,
I thought as a child:
but when I became a
man, I put away childish
things. For now we see
through a glass, darkly;
but then face to face:
now I know in part;
but then shall I know
even as also I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."
1 Corinthians 13
Some people do not quote the King James Version (KJV) of the Bible as I have done, preferring to use other versions that replace the word charity... with a word referring to the same meaning... love. In any case, God knows our heart. And, He knows whether or not we have love in it.
May you be blessed today, and always...
Happy Valentine's Day!
Until next time...
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Many... Not All!
If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote about Shrove Tuesday. Also known as Pancake Day, Fat Tuesday, and Paczki Day (pronounced: punch-key day).
You'll also be aware that I had no definite plans to go out and purchase a paczki. In the end, I didn't. Sniff, sniff...
That's not to say that I went without. Actually, I did, yesterday; on the day it was meant to be eaten.
However, this morning, when my nurse arrived to clean and redress my still-open wound, she had a wrapped paczki in her hand. After confirming that I had not enjoyed the tasty treat yesterday, she offered it to me.
At first, I thanked her and refused the sweet treat. After more discussion, she insisted that I take it from her. Not much argument was required. I gratefully accepted it.
She was happy, since she didn't really want to eat another paczki. Mainly due to the fact that she had already enjoyed herself while munching, yesterday.
After our time had ended, it didn't take long for me to inhale the sweet gift she had given me. Mmmm.... good! Delicious! Thank you, D. What a loving gesture! My taste buds enjoyed it, more than you know. God bless you!
Speaking of my nurse, I believe I should give you an update concerning my physical health.
Yesterday, I found out that next week I have an appointment with my surgeon/doctor. That is when I will find out the results of the CT scan that I had taken, two (2) weeks ago, today.
From what my nurse has been telling me, it looks like the open-hole part of my incision, is healing. In fact, yesterday she told me there was a good sign. Blood was cleansed from the area.
As I disposed of the used cleaning items, I saw for myself that there was indeed blood on them. Something I had never before seen, after the cleansing and redressing of my wound.
Even so, while the opening appears to be healing, I once again have a lump; an area swollen once again, to the right of the wound. Sigh...
I am praying I will not require more surgery. Even so, I realize that what I want or don't want, doesn't really matter. It's God's will that counts. May God's will be done.
As I said, this is a physical first for me, having blood in the open wound. At least, as of late... since my last surgery.
Thinking about and even hearing the word blood, makes me think of Jesus. Especially in reference to Matthew 26:28, "For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins."
Yes, Jesus' blood was shed for the remission of sins. Not for everyone. Only for those who will believe/trust on Him and the finished work He did on the cross at Calvary.
If you don't agree, please reread the verse. It clearly says, "...which is shed for many for the remission of sins." MANY, not everyone.
Jesus' blood washes us clean, when we trust in/believe upon Him. So clean that God the Father, cannot see our sin, or the sin we have committed in the past.
I praise God for this! Thank You, Lord!
So, my question to you, is this: Are you trusting in Jesus?
If not, please contact me. Or, another born-again believer. And, read your Bible, so that you will read of God's love for you and what He expects in return.
May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
You'll also be aware that I had no definite plans to go out and purchase a paczki. In the end, I didn't. Sniff, sniff...
That's not to say that I went without. Actually, I did, yesterday; on the day it was meant to be eaten.
However, this morning, when my nurse arrived to clean and redress my still-open wound, she had a wrapped paczki in her hand. After confirming that I had not enjoyed the tasty treat yesterday, she offered it to me.
At first, I thanked her and refused the sweet treat. After more discussion, she insisted that I take it from her. Not much argument was required. I gratefully accepted it.
She was happy, since she didn't really want to eat another paczki. Mainly due to the fact that she had already enjoyed herself while munching, yesterday.
After our time had ended, it didn't take long for me to inhale the sweet gift she had given me. Mmmm.... good! Delicious! Thank you, D. What a loving gesture! My taste buds enjoyed it, more than you know. God bless you!
Speaking of my nurse, I believe I should give you an update concerning my physical health.
Yesterday, I found out that next week I have an appointment with my surgeon/doctor. That is when I will find out the results of the CT scan that I had taken, two (2) weeks ago, today.
From what my nurse has been telling me, it looks like the open-hole part of my incision, is healing. In fact, yesterday she told me there was a good sign. Blood was cleansed from the area.
As I disposed of the used cleaning items, I saw for myself that there was indeed blood on them. Something I had never before seen, after the cleansing and redressing of my wound.
Even so, while the opening appears to be healing, I once again have a lump; an area swollen once again, to the right of the wound. Sigh...
I am praying I will not require more surgery. Even so, I realize that what I want or don't want, doesn't really matter. It's God's will that counts. May God's will be done.
As I said, this is a physical first for me, having blood in the open wound. At least, as of late... since my last surgery.
Thinking about and even hearing the word blood, makes me think of Jesus. Especially in reference to Matthew 26:28, "For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins."
Yes, Jesus' blood was shed for the remission of sins. Not for everyone. Only for those who will believe/trust on Him and the finished work He did on the cross at Calvary.
If you don't agree, please reread the verse. It clearly says, "...which is shed for many for the remission of sins." MANY, not everyone.
Jesus' blood washes us clean, when we trust in/believe upon Him. So clean that God the Father, cannot see our sin, or the sin we have committed in the past.
I praise God for this! Thank You, Lord!
So, my question to you, is this: Are you trusting in Jesus?
If not, please contact me. Or, another born-again believer. And, read your Bible, so that you will read of God's love for you and what He expects in return.
May God bless you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Punch-key?!
Some people who read Life with Lynnie (LwL) consider me to be a religious person.
Those who know me well, know that I am not religious. I am not geared spiritually towards any type of religion. I do not place my prayer focus on any religion or denomination. What I have is a relationship with my Lord, Jesus Christ.
I am saved. A born-again Christian. A follower of Christ. Saved by the grace of God, through faith in Jesus Christ. And, looking forward to spending eternity in heaven, as per God's promise to those who are saved.
Even though I do not practice many organized religious activities, I am aware that some people do.
In the past, before I understood my relationship with my Lord, I did sort of follow religious activities. After all, many of the various churches where I had worshipped over the years of my earlier life, had a focus on such things.
Years ago, I can recall attending Ash Wednesday services. Here's a link for more information regarding Ash Wednesday: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ash_Wednesday This year, Ash Wednesday, is tomorrow.
The day before Ash Wednesday, is known as Shrove Tuesday. Yes, that is... today! Here's a link for more information regarding Shrove Tuesday: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrove_Tuesday
Many people who celebrate Lent in a religious way, choose to cut out certain foods, or fast in various ways throughout Lent. Sometimes, as penance, after confessing today, for sins.
While I do not religiously celebrate Lent in a formal way, such as I used to, I still recognize that Lent leads up to a time that is very special to Christians. Easter.
Until I moved to Windsor, I always called today, Shrove Tuesday. Way back then, some people called today, Pancake Day.
Upon arriving here to live, I was shocked to see that even religious people didn't refer to it by it's proper name. Instead, they called it Fat Tuesday. Sort of like they do in New Orleans, since it refers to Mardi Gras.
For the past many years now, I rarely even hear today called Fat Tuesday. Instead, most people here refer to today as Paczki Day. That's pronounced... punch-key day.
Here's a link to a Windsor Star article that appeared in today's paper, Windsor: Ground Zero for Paczki Day: http://blogs.windsorstar.com/2013/02/11/windsor-ground-zero-for-paczki-day/
In this article, you will read how people in our city love this day. A day when it is generally believed that it is okay to eat all the fat you want, since it only happens once annually. :) lol
Even though I have participated in eating the delicious treats from time to time, I realize that the importance of this day, has no value. Healthwise, or of a religious nature. It's truly meant to be a fun day, today.
Some people don't agree. That's okay. To each their own!
It brings to mind though, Colossians 2:8, "Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ."
After all, most religious activities are of tradition, based upon the traditions of the denomination in question. And, on days like this one, most people indulge out of self-desire.
Well, I'm not sure if I'll be able to indulge today, or not. If I do, I know I'll enjoy each and every delicious bite. If I am not able to get out and purchase a paczki, I'll just be thankful for the lack of calories!
One thing I know for sure, anyone who enjoys today to the fullest, will probably eat a paczki. Enjoy!
Until next time...
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Those who know me well, know that I am not religious. I am not geared spiritually towards any type of religion. I do not place my prayer focus on any religion or denomination. What I have is a relationship with my Lord, Jesus Christ.
I am saved. A born-again Christian. A follower of Christ. Saved by the grace of God, through faith in Jesus Christ. And, looking forward to spending eternity in heaven, as per God's promise to those who are saved.
Even though I do not practice many organized religious activities, I am aware that some people do.
In the past, before I understood my relationship with my Lord, I did sort of follow religious activities. After all, many of the various churches where I had worshipped over the years of my earlier life, had a focus on such things.
Years ago, I can recall attending Ash Wednesday services. Here's a link for more information regarding Ash Wednesday: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ash_Wednesday This year, Ash Wednesday, is tomorrow.
The day before Ash Wednesday, is known as Shrove Tuesday. Yes, that is... today! Here's a link for more information regarding Shrove Tuesday: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrove_Tuesday
Many people who celebrate Lent in a religious way, choose to cut out certain foods, or fast in various ways throughout Lent. Sometimes, as penance, after confessing today, for sins.
While I do not religiously celebrate Lent in a formal way, such as I used to, I still recognize that Lent leads up to a time that is very special to Christians. Easter.
Until I moved to Windsor, I always called today, Shrove Tuesday. Way back then, some people called today, Pancake Day.
Upon arriving here to live, I was shocked to see that even religious people didn't refer to it by it's proper name. Instead, they called it Fat Tuesday. Sort of like they do in New Orleans, since it refers to Mardi Gras.
For the past many years now, I rarely even hear today called Fat Tuesday. Instead, most people here refer to today as Paczki Day. That's pronounced... punch-key day.
Here's a link to a Windsor Star article that appeared in today's paper, Windsor: Ground Zero for Paczki Day: http://blogs.windsorstar.com/2013/02/11/windsor-ground-zero-for-paczki-day/
In this article, you will read how people in our city love this day. A day when it is generally believed that it is okay to eat all the fat you want, since it only happens once annually. :) lol
Even though I have participated in eating the delicious treats from time to time, I realize that the importance of this day, has no value. Healthwise, or of a religious nature. It's truly meant to be a fun day, today.
Some people don't agree. That's okay. To each their own!
It brings to mind though, Colossians 2:8, "Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ."
After all, most religious activities are of tradition, based upon the traditions of the denomination in question. And, on days like this one, most people indulge out of self-desire.
Well, I'm not sure if I'll be able to indulge today, or not. If I do, I know I'll enjoy each and every delicious bite. If I am not able to get out and purchase a paczki, I'll just be thankful for the lack of calories!
One thing I know for sure, anyone who enjoys today to the fullest, will probably eat a paczki. Enjoy!
Until next time...
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Monday, February 11, 2013
A Doer?!
Thank you to all who read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry. I appreciate each and every comment, I received... by e-mail or on Facebook (FB).
It did my heart good to receive messages encouraging me for what I did for my deceased brother-in-the-Lord's family. It was even more heartwarming to hear from those who told me how they had done the same as I had done, in various circumstances.
May God bless each of you.
I was even thankful for the two (2) e-mails I received that did not show support.
Both were from the same person. A minister. Someone I knew many years ago, before I became a born-again Christian, walking with and working for the Lord. And before they became a minister.
The first (1st) e-mail was pleasant, even if it was not in support of what I discussed, stating that they thought possibly no one had asked for a minister/pastor to be present. The second (2nd) e-mail was of a very accusing nature. On their part, to be sure, even though it was accusing me of being slanderous.
Truthfully, I am not sure, but I have to wonder if the minister misunderstood what I had written. Hopefully, so. The alternative answer of negativeness towards me, wouldn't be great.
In an effort to be clear, I did not state that no minister/pastor participated, because they were not being paid. It was only a thought I wrote about, something I questioned, due to it being a concern to me.
After all, as this minister's e-mail stated, I doubt highly if a minister/pastor would refuse to help out. If... they knew about it.
So, I must ask again... why wasn't there a minister/pastor in attendance at this grave-side buriel?
Knowing that this fellow being buried, had worshipped with two (2) different church groups over the time I knew him, certainly there was at least two (2) pastors who knew him. Were they not aware of his death?
I found out by the notice in the death column of the newspaper. Maybe they don't read it.
For sure, I know one (1) of the pastors also is employed full-time, with a sales position. Possibly, he couldn't attend. With regards to the other, I have no idea. I just know he wasn't in attendance. Nor, was any other minister/pastor.
The e-mail I received from the minister suggested that the family may not have requested one to attend the grave-side buriel. This may be of consideration.
But, know this... whenever a funeral is being arranged, the family realizes that fees/honorariums must be paid through the funeral home. At least, that is what was presented when I arranged my now deceased husband Gordon's funeral.
Never once, did anyone make it clear that there was an option of having a minister/pastor volunteer to attend the service. So, knowing this is the case, how would a family ever know this is available?
And, if it was available, especially in this circumstance relating to a deceased person who was not well off financially, why wasn't the family told?
Never before, have I ever heard of anyone being told that if they couldn't afford a minister/pastor to attend, there would be one who volunteered. Not when my husband died, other family died, or even when friends died.
In the past, I suggested that ministers/pastors contact funeral homes and not just have their names put on the list of those who will be paid to handle services, but have their names placed on a list of those who will volunteer to do this for families who cannot afford to pay for the service.
After all, the funeral home directors understand the finances of families having to arrange buriels. They know whether or not finances are a problem.
Even if no one else understands what I am about to say, I must say that I do, due to working with people as a Realtor, and having discussions with people concerning finances: sometimes people who have financial trials are embarassed to speak up. In addition, even if the deceased loved one may have been saved, it doesn't mean that all the family, and especially those making arrangements, are.
Does this mean that as Christians, ministers/pastors should not speak up and have their names added to a list of volunteers to be used in special cases? As I've said in the past, I believe they need to.
Obviously, nothing of this sort has been done, here in our area. If it had, it would be safe to say that there would have been a minister/pastor in attendance at the buriel in question.
So, why hasn't this been done?
Can we say it is up to the funeral home? Maybe. Keep in mind, the funeral homes are not of any one religion. Most have clients of all religions and denominations.
So, who then should it be up to, to arrange an offering of this sort? In my opinion, it should be the ministers/pastors. After all, they are the ones who have Christian hearts, aren't they?
I believe that whether in a paid position, working for God, or in a non-paid position, those who belong to Him, are to be doers of the Word, and not hearers, only.
This reminded me of James 1:22-25, "But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves. For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was. But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed."
Didn't God tell us in His Word, to preach the gospel to all the creatures of the earth? Of course, He did. Whether paid to do this, or not... everyone chosen by God, is commanded to do this. Including ministers/pastors, being paid or not.
Hopefully, this minister who e-mailed me will take it upon themself to begin a plan of action of this sort, in the area where they live. By planting those seeds, God will water them, and I pray the plan would expand to all other areas.
Again, I thank each and ever person who messaged/e-mailed me about this frustrating situation. May God bless each of you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
It did my heart good to receive messages encouraging me for what I did for my deceased brother-in-the-Lord's family. It was even more heartwarming to hear from those who told me how they had done the same as I had done, in various circumstances.
May God bless each of you.
I was even thankful for the two (2) e-mails I received that did not show support.
Both were from the same person. A minister. Someone I knew many years ago, before I became a born-again Christian, walking with and working for the Lord. And before they became a minister.
The first (1st) e-mail was pleasant, even if it was not in support of what I discussed, stating that they thought possibly no one had asked for a minister/pastor to be present. The second (2nd) e-mail was of a very accusing nature. On their part, to be sure, even though it was accusing me of being slanderous.
Truthfully, I am not sure, but I have to wonder if the minister misunderstood what I had written. Hopefully, so. The alternative answer of negativeness towards me, wouldn't be great.
In an effort to be clear, I did not state that no minister/pastor participated, because they were not being paid. It was only a thought I wrote about, something I questioned, due to it being a concern to me.
After all, as this minister's e-mail stated, I doubt highly if a minister/pastor would refuse to help out. If... they knew about it.
So, I must ask again... why wasn't there a minister/pastor in attendance at this grave-side buriel?
Knowing that this fellow being buried, had worshipped with two (2) different church groups over the time I knew him, certainly there was at least two (2) pastors who knew him. Were they not aware of his death?
I found out by the notice in the death column of the newspaper. Maybe they don't read it.
For sure, I know one (1) of the pastors also is employed full-time, with a sales position. Possibly, he couldn't attend. With regards to the other, I have no idea. I just know he wasn't in attendance. Nor, was any other minister/pastor.
The e-mail I received from the minister suggested that the family may not have requested one to attend the grave-side buriel. This may be of consideration.
But, know this... whenever a funeral is being arranged, the family realizes that fees/honorariums must be paid through the funeral home. At least, that is what was presented when I arranged my now deceased husband Gordon's funeral.
Never once, did anyone make it clear that there was an option of having a minister/pastor volunteer to attend the service. So, knowing this is the case, how would a family ever know this is available?
And, if it was available, especially in this circumstance relating to a deceased person who was not well off financially, why wasn't the family told?
Never before, have I ever heard of anyone being told that if they couldn't afford a minister/pastor to attend, there would be one who volunteered. Not when my husband died, other family died, or even when friends died.
In the past, I suggested that ministers/pastors contact funeral homes and not just have their names put on the list of those who will be paid to handle services, but have their names placed on a list of those who will volunteer to do this for families who cannot afford to pay for the service.
After all, the funeral home directors understand the finances of families having to arrange buriels. They know whether or not finances are a problem.
Even if no one else understands what I am about to say, I must say that I do, due to working with people as a Realtor, and having discussions with people concerning finances: sometimes people who have financial trials are embarassed to speak up. In addition, even if the deceased loved one may have been saved, it doesn't mean that all the family, and especially those making arrangements, are.
Does this mean that as Christians, ministers/pastors should not speak up and have their names added to a list of volunteers to be used in special cases? As I've said in the past, I believe they need to.
Obviously, nothing of this sort has been done, here in our area. If it had, it would be safe to say that there would have been a minister/pastor in attendance at the buriel in question.
So, why hasn't this been done?
Can we say it is up to the funeral home? Maybe. Keep in mind, the funeral homes are not of any one religion. Most have clients of all religions and denominations.
So, who then should it be up to, to arrange an offering of this sort? In my opinion, it should be the ministers/pastors. After all, they are the ones who have Christian hearts, aren't they?
I believe that whether in a paid position, working for God, or in a non-paid position, those who belong to Him, are to be doers of the Word, and not hearers, only.
This reminded me of James 1:22-25, "But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves. For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was. But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed."
Didn't God tell us in His Word, to preach the gospel to all the creatures of the earth? Of course, He did. Whether paid to do this, or not... everyone chosen by God, is commanded to do this. Including ministers/pastors, being paid or not.
Hopefully, this minister who e-mailed me will take it upon themself to begin a plan of action of this sort, in the area where they live. By planting those seeds, God will water them, and I pray the plan would expand to all other areas.
Again, I thank each and ever person who messaged/e-mailed me about this frustrating situation. May God bless each of you.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Honour...
As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I am grateful that the Lord led me to attend the grave-side buriel, on Friday. And, I'm thankful I obeyed.
The weather wasn't good. It wasn't disgusting on the roads, but in the area of the cemetary, I couldn't quite tell if it was snow squalls, or just so windy that snow was being blown around.
I began wondering if I had done the right thing in attending. Especially, when I couldn't locate the buriel site.
Eventually, I saw a vehicle parked.
Stopping, we both rolled down our windows; it seemed we were both looking for the site. The couple thought it was possibly over in the corner of that area.
At the scheduled time, no one else was there. A few minutes later, I decided to drive through the cemetary once more. The last thing I wanted to do was to miss the buriel, due to being at the wrong location.
Nope. No other areas seemed ready.
As I arrived in the area of the office, I drove in to park. An employee had been out at their vehicle and stopped to talk with me. She told me the weather was so awful, I should stay in my vehicle, and she would go check out the info.
This courteous woman let me know that she wasn't sure where the location was, but that she heard that either the time had changed or they were running behind schedule. It was suggested to me to wait in my vehicle until the funeral home car passed by, then follow it.
At first, I began to do this. Later, a fellow worker let me know that indeed the corner I had been stopped at originally, was the site.
Then, I saw another couple of cars arrive. Not wanting to walk an extensive distance through the snow, I decided to move over to that area.
After while (about an hour after the original scheduled time), the funeral car arrived. With a few cars behind it.
Getting out of my van, I heard a voice call my name. I didn't believe I knew anyone there, so this was rather surprising!
The fellow walked over to me, greeting me with a smile and a handshake. It was embarassing that he recalled my name, and I just couldn't recall, his!
Being the humble person I am, I politely greeted him in return, confessing that I just could not recall his name. His response was so great!
Hector told me that I will never forget his name, now that he quoted a short remark, "Hector, Hector... funeral director!" lol! He's right! I'll never forget his name, again! At least, I hope not!
Once the casket was laid in place and we were all huddled together in hopes of not being blown away, Hector spoke to me aloud. He asked me if I would speak and say some prayers.
Hmmm... I hadn't been prepared for this! Even so, I am not afraid to speak and/or sing in situations honouring God. I agreed.
Even though I didn't know this person extremely well, I knew a little about his life. It hadn't been an easy one. And, he hadn't been a perfect person. But, I also knew that was forgiven as he had been trusting in Jesus for his salvation.
Normally, when I give a eulogy, I give a gospel message. Just as I did that day. Yes, I prayed. And, sang Amazing Grace, and was happy to see some of this small group joined in.
No one else wanted to say anything, so I prayed once again. In closing, we joined together in reciting the Lord's Prayer.
As I said, I wasn't really prepared to do this. But, I was glad I did it, anyway. Even if I didn't know anyone there, but Hector! And, didn't know if any in attendance were Christian.
One thing shocked me, once again. I say once again, because in the past, this happened, also.
I wondered to myself... why was there no minister/pastor there? Where were they?
A thought crossed my mind, that possibly no minister of the gospel attended, because they weren't getting paid to do so.
Thinking about this brought to mind, Matthew 15:8, "This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me."
Only God knows the condition of the hearts of the pastors of both churches I had known this brother-in-the-Lord, worshipped at. Only God knows why neither one attended to honour this brother.
I prayed, truly hoping that it wasn't a case where this happened due to lack of promised income. If it was, then one could possibly think that both these men of God were hearers of God's Word, and not doers.
Hmmm... that brought to mind another question. Why were there no pastors/ministers on call and available, who would pay honour to this soul and to God, by coming and doing what God has led them to do (even if they weren't going to be paid)?!
After all, what better time and place is there, to give a gospel message and plant those seeds for Christ.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
The weather wasn't good. It wasn't disgusting on the roads, but in the area of the cemetary, I couldn't quite tell if it was snow squalls, or just so windy that snow was being blown around.
I began wondering if I had done the right thing in attending. Especially, when I couldn't locate the buriel site.
Eventually, I saw a vehicle parked.
Stopping, we both rolled down our windows; it seemed we were both looking for the site. The couple thought it was possibly over in the corner of that area.
At the scheduled time, no one else was there. A few minutes later, I decided to drive through the cemetary once more. The last thing I wanted to do was to miss the buriel, due to being at the wrong location.
Nope. No other areas seemed ready.
As I arrived in the area of the office, I drove in to park. An employee had been out at their vehicle and stopped to talk with me. She told me the weather was so awful, I should stay in my vehicle, and she would go check out the info.
This courteous woman let me know that she wasn't sure where the location was, but that she heard that either the time had changed or they were running behind schedule. It was suggested to me to wait in my vehicle until the funeral home car passed by, then follow it.
At first, I began to do this. Later, a fellow worker let me know that indeed the corner I had been stopped at originally, was the site.
Then, I saw another couple of cars arrive. Not wanting to walk an extensive distance through the snow, I decided to move over to that area.
After while (about an hour after the original scheduled time), the funeral car arrived. With a few cars behind it.
Getting out of my van, I heard a voice call my name. I didn't believe I knew anyone there, so this was rather surprising!
The fellow walked over to me, greeting me with a smile and a handshake. It was embarassing that he recalled my name, and I just couldn't recall, his!
Being the humble person I am, I politely greeted him in return, confessing that I just could not recall his name. His response was so great!
Hector told me that I will never forget his name, now that he quoted a short remark, "Hector, Hector... funeral director!" lol! He's right! I'll never forget his name, again! At least, I hope not!
Once the casket was laid in place and we were all huddled together in hopes of not being blown away, Hector spoke to me aloud. He asked me if I would speak and say some prayers.
Hmmm... I hadn't been prepared for this! Even so, I am not afraid to speak and/or sing in situations honouring God. I agreed.
Even though I didn't know this person extremely well, I knew a little about his life. It hadn't been an easy one. And, he hadn't been a perfect person. But, I also knew that was forgiven as he had been trusting in Jesus for his salvation.
Normally, when I give a eulogy, I give a gospel message. Just as I did that day. Yes, I prayed. And, sang Amazing Grace, and was happy to see some of this small group joined in.
No one else wanted to say anything, so I prayed once again. In closing, we joined together in reciting the Lord's Prayer.
As I said, I wasn't really prepared to do this. But, I was glad I did it, anyway. Even if I didn't know anyone there, but Hector! And, didn't know if any in attendance were Christian.
One thing shocked me, once again. I say once again, because in the past, this happened, also.
I wondered to myself... why was there no minister/pastor there? Where were they?
A thought crossed my mind, that possibly no minister of the gospel attended, because they weren't getting paid to do so.
Thinking about this brought to mind, Matthew 15:8, "This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me."
Only God knows the condition of the hearts of the pastors of both churches I had known this brother-in-the-Lord, worshipped at. Only God knows why neither one attended to honour this brother.
I prayed, truly hoping that it wasn't a case where this happened due to lack of promised income. If it was, then one could possibly think that both these men of God were hearers of God's Word, and not doers.
Hmmm... that brought to mind another question. Why were there no pastors/ministers on call and available, who would pay honour to this soul and to God, by coming and doing what God has led them to do (even if they weren't going to be paid)?!
After all, what better time and place is there, to give a gospel message and plant those seeds for Christ.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Transformed...
Before closing yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that we need to live in obedience to God.
As a child of God, I do this, to the best of my ability.
Here we go, again. I must say that I am not perfect. In any way. Nor do I always life up to the standards that God has desired of us.
But, I do my best. And, am thankful that He has provided His Word, for me, for you, and for all who will read it.
In addition, I am grateful that God leads me.
Not just through His word, but by leading me through conviction. This is a little difficult to explain, so I will try to give an example of what I mean.
Something happened this week, that happens to everyone from time to time. While reading the newspaper the other day, I saw in the death notices, a name that I recognized.
This name wasn't a common name. At first, I was feeling rather shocked. You see, I had spoken to this fellow, recently. As far as I know, he didn't have any major health concerns.
This fellow was a fellow Christian. I had met him at one church, and worshipped with him at another church, where he had begun worshipping at. In addition, he and I met with my mortgage agent Christian friend, in an effort to assist him in moving forward towards a land/property purchase he was considering making, in the future.
I verified that he was indeed the person I knew. I read that he would not have visitation at a funeral home. Instead, there would only be a grave-side service.
At first, I felt I should attend. Then, realizing that the weather forecast wasn't great, I decided to not attend.
After all, I am trying my best to recover from surgeries that haven't gone well. And once again, my body is open... draining... and unhealed. I knew it wouldn't be good for me to be out in bad weather, freezing.
My mind literally flip-flopped. One minute, I wasn't going to the buriel. The next, I was.
After praying about it, and hearing the weather was going to be cold and windy, I made my decision. I would not attend. Even up to the evening before the buriel, I felt this way.
But, God woke me up. He did His thing with me.
No longer being able to sleep, I prayed again. I could not get this off my mind.
He answered me. In fact, He lead me to realize that this was one of those times when I needed to follow His leading. And, not be concerned about my own health needs.
Why He did this, I have no idea. But, He did. And, wanting to be obedient to Him, I made the final decision, to attend the buriel, trusting Him for any concerns for myself.
I was reminded of Romans 12:2, "And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."
In the end, I must say that I was grateful God led me to this decision. I was grateful that He allowed the Holy Spirit to convict me and lead me to the right decision.
And, how thankful I am that God has placed the need on my heart to obey Him.
Hopefully, your relationship with our Lord, is like mine. And hopefully, you respond, as I do. In obedience to Him.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As a child of God, I do this, to the best of my ability.
Here we go, again. I must say that I am not perfect. In any way. Nor do I always life up to the standards that God has desired of us.
But, I do my best. And, am thankful that He has provided His Word, for me, for you, and for all who will read it.
In addition, I am grateful that God leads me.
Not just through His word, but by leading me through conviction. This is a little difficult to explain, so I will try to give an example of what I mean.
Something happened this week, that happens to everyone from time to time. While reading the newspaper the other day, I saw in the death notices, a name that I recognized.
This name wasn't a common name. At first, I was feeling rather shocked. You see, I had spoken to this fellow, recently. As far as I know, he didn't have any major health concerns.
This fellow was a fellow Christian. I had met him at one church, and worshipped with him at another church, where he had begun worshipping at. In addition, he and I met with my mortgage agent Christian friend, in an effort to assist him in moving forward towards a land/property purchase he was considering making, in the future.
I verified that he was indeed the person I knew. I read that he would not have visitation at a funeral home. Instead, there would only be a grave-side service.
At first, I felt I should attend. Then, realizing that the weather forecast wasn't great, I decided to not attend.
After all, I am trying my best to recover from surgeries that haven't gone well. And once again, my body is open... draining... and unhealed. I knew it wouldn't be good for me to be out in bad weather, freezing.
My mind literally flip-flopped. One minute, I wasn't going to the buriel. The next, I was.
After praying about it, and hearing the weather was going to be cold and windy, I made my decision. I would not attend. Even up to the evening before the buriel, I felt this way.
But, God woke me up. He did His thing with me.
No longer being able to sleep, I prayed again. I could not get this off my mind.
He answered me. In fact, He lead me to realize that this was one of those times when I needed to follow His leading. And, not be concerned about my own health needs.
Why He did this, I have no idea. But, He did. And, wanting to be obedient to Him, I made the final decision, to attend the buriel, trusting Him for any concerns for myself.
I was reminded of Romans 12:2, "And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."
In the end, I must say that I was grateful God led me to this decision. I was grateful that He allowed the Holy Spirit to convict me and lead me to the right decision.
And, how thankful I am that God has placed the need on my heart to obey Him.
Hopefully, your relationship with our Lord, is like mine. And hopefully, you respond, as I do. In obedience to Him.
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Friday, February 8, 2013
Speaker's Corner?!
In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, the discussion was about behaviour. Mine. And, the behaviour of others.
As I mentioned yesterday, some people don't believe that we should speak up concerning issues of importance to either ourselves, or others. I'm sure you can tell, I don't agree with that line of thinking.
Partly, I suppose it could be because I believe that our ancestors before us, fought for freedom. Including freedom of speech.
You've heard me mention that both my parents stood for the cause of freedom, during WW2. Knowing this, why on earth would I want someone to tell me that the freedom I enjoy today, as a result of what they did, and others with them, I shouldn't enjoy?
But, there's another reason I speak up.
It's because Jesus did, also. And, He's my perfect example in life. A follower of Christ, a born-again believer, saved by the blood of Jesus and the work He did at the cross, I try my best to do what Jesus would have done.
Okay. Okay. I'm not perfect. Please don't get the wrong idea. I realize my righteousness is as filthy rags, as I mentioned, recently.
But, when God saves us, our righteousness is due to our Lord. Who gave His life for us.
In the book of John chapter 2, we read about how Jesus's mother approached Him, because at the wedding they were attending, there was no more wine. Mary told her Son, our Lord Jesus, about how more wine was needed.
At first, Jesus sort of fluffed off, replying to His mom, "My hour has not yet come". Mary, ignoring the statement, told the servants to do whatever Jesus told them to do. And, they did. Voila! More wine was had by all, because Jesus turned the water into wine.
The point I'm making is that even though it seemed that Jesus didn't really want to involve Himself in the issue, He did what He recognized was the right thing to do.
In Matthew chapter 21, we read about how Jesus went into the temple of God. There, He threw out all the money changers and those who were selling doves. In verse 13 we read, "And (Jesus) said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."
Did He not speak up? Did Jesus not declare what was right? And, what was wrong? Of course, He did.
Then, in John chapter 8, God's Word tells us how Jesus stood up for the woman accused of adultery. The woman who the scribes and Pharisees insisted needed to be stoned to death.
Well, okay. You got me there. I said He stood up for her. Because He did. Even if His body had taken the stance of stooping down to write on the ground. Jesus replied to those wanting to kill the woman, "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her".
If you know the ending, you're aware that the accusers left the area. The woman and Jesus were alone.
Yes, He had done what He felt was right. He stood up for her. Even if she had done an evil deed. Or so her accusers claimed. Only God knows for sure, but chances are she was guilty.
Did Jesus speak up on her behalf, just to protect her from being harmed by those who were no better in some respects, than this woman? No.
We know this, because of what God told us in John 8:10-11, "When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more."
Jesus had done what He felt was right. He stood up for the woman, protected her from harm. And, addressed His concern to her.
He didn't just let her go, to continue in sin. Absolutely, not. God cannot tolerate sin. Not then, and not now.
Jesus made it clear that He had forgiven her, and not condemned her. And, told her to, "sin no more."
While some people may not like my opinion on things, it won't change the fact that I believe we need to be like Jesus. We need to stand up for what is right. Forgive others for hurting us. And, live in obedience to God.
That being said, I suppose you could say I'm off my speakers box, now. Hmmm... that reminds me of when I visited Speaker's Corner, in Hyde Park, London, England!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
As I mentioned yesterday, some people don't believe that we should speak up concerning issues of importance to either ourselves, or others. I'm sure you can tell, I don't agree with that line of thinking.
Partly, I suppose it could be because I believe that our ancestors before us, fought for freedom. Including freedom of speech.
You've heard me mention that both my parents stood for the cause of freedom, during WW2. Knowing this, why on earth would I want someone to tell me that the freedom I enjoy today, as a result of what they did, and others with them, I shouldn't enjoy?
But, there's another reason I speak up.
It's because Jesus did, also. And, He's my perfect example in life. A follower of Christ, a born-again believer, saved by the blood of Jesus and the work He did at the cross, I try my best to do what Jesus would have done.
Okay. Okay. I'm not perfect. Please don't get the wrong idea. I realize my righteousness is as filthy rags, as I mentioned, recently.
But, when God saves us, our righteousness is due to our Lord. Who gave His life for us.
In the book of John chapter 2, we read about how Jesus's mother approached Him, because at the wedding they were attending, there was no more wine. Mary told her Son, our Lord Jesus, about how more wine was needed.
At first, Jesus sort of fluffed off, replying to His mom, "My hour has not yet come". Mary, ignoring the statement, told the servants to do whatever Jesus told them to do. And, they did. Voila! More wine was had by all, because Jesus turned the water into wine.
The point I'm making is that even though it seemed that Jesus didn't really want to involve Himself in the issue, He did what He recognized was the right thing to do.
In Matthew chapter 21, we read about how Jesus went into the temple of God. There, He threw out all the money changers and those who were selling doves. In verse 13 we read, "And (Jesus) said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."
Did He not speak up? Did Jesus not declare what was right? And, what was wrong? Of course, He did.
Then, in John chapter 8, God's Word tells us how Jesus stood up for the woman accused of adultery. The woman who the scribes and Pharisees insisted needed to be stoned to death.
Well, okay. You got me there. I said He stood up for her. Because He did. Even if His body had taken the stance of stooping down to write on the ground. Jesus replied to those wanting to kill the woman, "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her".
If you know the ending, you're aware that the accusers left the area. The woman and Jesus were alone.
Yes, He had done what He felt was right. He stood up for her. Even if she had done an evil deed. Or so her accusers claimed. Only God knows for sure, but chances are she was guilty.
Did Jesus speak up on her behalf, just to protect her from being harmed by those who were no better in some respects, than this woman? No.
We know this, because of what God told us in John 8:10-11, "When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more."
Jesus had done what He felt was right. He stood up for the woman, protected her from harm. And, addressed His concern to her.
He didn't just let her go, to continue in sin. Absolutely, not. God cannot tolerate sin. Not then, and not now.
Jesus made it clear that He had forgiven her, and not condemned her. And, told her to, "sin no more."
While some people may not like my opinion on things, it won't change the fact that I believe we need to be like Jesus. We need to stand up for what is right. Forgive others for hurting us. And, live in obedience to God.
That being said, I suppose you could say I'm off my speakers box, now. Hmmm... that reminds me of when I visited Speaker's Corner, in Hyde Park, London, England!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Behaviour...
After posting yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I did something that not many people do. I e-mailed the Prime Minister of Canada, Stephen Harper. Well, at least his office.
Here is what the content of my e-mail was:
Prime Minister Stephen Harper,
As you probably are aware, I usually quote the King James Version (KJV), as I did, above. But, there are times when another version may be easier to understand. As in the English Standard Version (ESV), "but in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect, having a good conscience, so that, when you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ may be put to shame."
Here is what the content of my e-mail was:
Prime Minister Stephen Harper,
Before I explain what this e-mail is about and how I feel about some of the decisions that have been made by our Canadian elected MP's, I would like to remind you that in the past I have voted for you. Twice.
Prior to your being elected the first time, I met you at my church one day, when you were visiting Windsor, ON. I found you to be a great man of God. And, that is the sort of person I want leading my country. I am grateful you were elected and re-elected.
However, I am not happy about a couple of things.
Firstly, I sent an e-mail to you a while back. Neither you, nor your office staff, even acknowledged receiving it. It had to do with the Islamic situation here in Canada, and Shariah Law, that Islam is hoping to have instilled, here.
What I am contacting you about today, is the fact that I am not happy concerning what is in the process of being done, regarding our currency changes.
Rather than rewrite all my thoughts, I decided to explain my concerns and opinion, by the means of providing links to the last three (3) entries I wrote on my blog: Life with Lynnie www.lifewithlynnie.com
Here are the links:
* Monday, February 4, 2013: No Cents? No Sense! http://www.lifewithlynnie.com/
* Tuesday, February 5, 2013: Rendering Cents... oops, Sense! http://www.lifewithlynnie.com/
* Wednesday, February 6, 2013: Reward?! http://www.lifewithlynnie.com/
No matter what your thoughts are concerning my opinion, I would appreciate hearing either from you or your office, even if only to acknowledge receipt of this email, at the very least.
May God bless you...
Lynn McKenzie
(I included my address, which I am not posting, here)
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I realize that some people might think it is terrible to speak up. Especially to those who are in control of our country.
But, God told us always to be prepared to answer. I realize, He meant with regards to the gospel, but I believe He wants us to also speak up for what we believe is right.
Jesus did.
So, I do, also.
Still, in 1 Peter 3:15-16 God told us, "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear: Having a good conscience; that, whereas they speak evil of you, as of evildoers, they may be ashamed that falsely accuse your good conversation in Christ."
As you probably are aware, I usually quote the King James Version (KJV), as I did, above. But, there are times when another version may be easier to understand. As in the English Standard Version (ESV), "but in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect, having a good conscience, so that, when you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ may be put to shame."
While some people think that we as Christians should remain what I call... closet Christians, I do not agree.
God gave us His heart when we came to Him, through trusting in the finished work of Jesus, at the cross. I believe He expects us to speak up for what is right. To honour Him.
In good conscience, I do this. As I'm sure you are aware. Hopefully, you do, also.
After all, isn't that what freedom of speech is about, here in our free world country?
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: lifewithlynnie@gmail.com
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