Friday, February 28, 2014

After All...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I discussed the idea that I may be taken into hospital at some point.  At that time, you wouldn't hear from me, for the hospital rules prevent me from writing/posting any type of blog entry.

I suppose it's easy to tell that I am not in hospital, for I have written and posted this LwL entry!

From time to time, music is on my heart and mind.  How it gets there, I do not really know.  However, I do believe that sometimes it can be God placing it on my heart.

For the last few weeks, there has been a song that has been with me.  No matter how hard I try to not think of it, it has been resonating on my heart and mind.

It was written by Tom Snow and Dean Pitchford.  And was sung by Cher and Peter Cetera and is entitled, After All.  Here's a link so you can listen and/or sing along:  Below are the lyrics.

After All

Well, here we are again;
I guess it must be fate.
We've tried it on our own,
But deep inside we've known
We'd be back to set things straight.

I still remember when
Your kiss was so brand new.
Every memory repeats,
Every step I take retreats,
Every journey always brings me back to you.

After All the stops and starts,
We keep coming back to these two hearts,
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall.
And after all that we've been through,
It all comes down to me and you.
I guess it's meant to be,
Forever you and me. After All.

When love is truly right
(This time it's truly right.)
It lives from year to year.
It changes as it goes,
Oh, and on the way it grows,
But it never disappears. 


Always just beyond my touch,
You know I needed you so much.
After All, what else is livin' for?


It seems I can relate to some of the lyrics.

When I think of the lyrics of the first verse, I feel I can relate in one way to it.  I relate to it, in a different way than the idea of a loving human relationship.

I think about how I felt when I recommitted my life to Christ, years ago.  Yup, I felt like... here we go, again!

After all, even though I felt I loved Jesus throughout most of my life, there were times when I wasn't always walking with Him. 

Yes, I suppose you could say I tried it on my own.  But, I came back to Him.

It does seem to me that every journey and/or trial in my life brings me back to Him.

I agree with the fact that when love is truly right, it lives from year to year.  And, it never disappears.  Both in our human lives, and with our relationship with God.

The ultimate to me is in the chorus.  I can truly relate to where the lyrics say, "And, after all that we've been through, it all comes down to me and you.  I guess it's meant to be, forever you and me.  After all."

When I think about how God loves us, I am reminded about a Bible verse that I can always relate to.

It's 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 receive?

Being born as sinners, we don't walk every minute of our lives with God.  But, at some point, if it is God's will, He provides salvation for us, through His only begotten Son.  Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

After all, Jesus paid the price for the sin of the world, of all who will believe upon Him.

Truly, it does all come down to Him and me.  Or, Him and you. 

Even after being through many life's trials, I realize it is truly meant to be, forever Him and me.  After all. 

For this, I praise God!

Until next time...

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

What Can I Say?

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I've been telling you about my health issues.

One thing I'd like to say, is that I feel badly that I've discussed so much about my health situation.  It certainly isn't what I'd like to talk about, with you.

If I had my way, my focus would be on other things.

However, I do not have control over anything in my life.  God does.  And, His will is always done.

Just so you know, I began feeling ill when I awoke Monday morning.  My head ached and I felt not well, at all. 

By bedtime, I was not feeling well, again.  It seemed that every part of my body that had been injured previously, was hurting. 

When I awoke Tuesday, I once again felt horrible.  My head ached and I felt not well.  Of course, my body was hurting, as well.

After a couple of hours, I felt improved.  And, as you know my daughter P, drove over and picked me up, so I could have dinner and celebrate my grandson, N's birthday.

On our way across town, I began feeling chilled.  In fact, by the time we arrived at P's home, I didn't take off my coat.  I wore it throughout our visit.

No, it wasn't cool at P's home.  In fact, one of my grandsons was wearing a t-shirt, because it was so warm.  I just didn't feel well, once again.

My pain had increased.  By the time we were enjoying dinner, I felt nauseous.  So much so, that I only had two (2) bites of my meal. 

The same thing happened with N's birthday cake.  After two (2) tiny bites, I requested a lunch bag, to take it home with me. 

So, when we left P's to head to my apartment, I had a full meal with me!

By about 10:00 p.m., I felt improved and ate my dinner.  But, I froze the birthday cake.

When I went to bed, my pain had returned.  In fact, I was hurting badly in those areas of my body that had been damaged, previously. 

Every joint and muscle also hurt.

The pain was so very bad, that I could hardly even lay down.  After a few minutes, I was in so much back pain, and neck pain, and more, that I had to get up.

It hurt to walk.

I went to sit in my recliner chair.  After a few minutes, the pain was so bad, that I could no longer sit, either.

This went on throughout most of the night.  The pain finally let up a little, about 5:30 a.m.  I managed to have less than three (3) hours sleep.

When I awoke yesterday, I was once again not feeling well.

However, as the day wore on, my pain decreased.  By bedtime, my pain had diminished, but was still there.  I praise God I received about 4 1/2 hours sleep!

I began thinking maybe I had been affected by someone who had been sick with something contagious, at the waiting room of the hospital's emergency room (ER).  After all, I ended up spending more than nine and a half (9 1/2) hours, amongst sick people.

After speaking about this with my nurse, she let me know that she thought I have been having flu-like symptoms.

Thinking that maybe I contracted a flu, or something, made me feel really badly.  After all, I sat there with an open incision, in pain, having to sit up straight that causes me even more pain.  Surrounded by many sickly people.

Believe me when I say I prayed, and prayed, and prayed that God would relieve my pain and heal me.  After all, I am His child.  And, I trust Him.  He is my God.

A Bible verse came to mind.  It was Romans 8:31, "What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?"

How wonderful it is to know that I am loved by God.  Even if I am suffering... in what seems to be, many ways.

He's there for me and all who are saved.  He made many promises to us.  For this, I am thankful!

He's far more powerful and has more control than anyone here on earth.  I realize that nothing anyone does to me in a negative manner, is controlled by Him.

Yes, He may allow us to go through circumstances that we would not enjoy going through.  But, He is definitely in control.  And, uses each trial for good, at some point in our lives.

Just so you know, if I feel badly for much longer, I may have to return to the hospital's ER.  At least, that is what my nurse told me.

If this were to happen, I don't know if I may be allowed to return home.  In any case, I'm trusting God for this.  And, for everything in my life.

So, if you don't see postings from me, here on LwL, you'll understand why.  Hopefully, this won't happen.  Only time will tell.

Again, I would like to thank you for continued prayer.  May God bless you!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Special Celebration!

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that I was going to celebrate my grandson N's birthday.

It almost didn't work out that way. 

You see, on Monday morning, I awoke feeling rather sick, with a terrible headache.  Then yesterday, I awoke not just with a headache, but also much body pain.

Not just in my gut.  But, every area of my body that has been injured in the past.  And, every joint in my body hurt, as well.

My first thought was... am I coming down with something that I may have picked up from someone contagious a few days ago, when I sat in the hospital's emergency room (ER) waiting room?

Within a couple of hours, I was feeling somewhat improved.  Although I still had pain.

My friend A, who had driven me to the hospital last Friday, so I could have my ABSCESS drained, came to visit me.

We had a wonderful visit and prayer time, together.  I must thank her for bringing me a gift of some food.  Thank you, A!  May God bless you, my friend.

My substitute nurse arrived, just as A was leaving.  What great timing!

She was a lovely lady.  It didn't take long for me to find out that like me, she was a born-again Christian.  Praise God!

As she unpacked me, cleaned my wound area and repacked me, we conversed, together.  Well, except when I cried out in pain.  Yes, the packing was painful, once again.

Afterwards, she was updating my health records and we began to chat.  She told me where she worshipped, and I let her know where I worship. 

After our short discussion, she prayed for me.  Hallelujah! 

When I prayed, I included her in my prayer.  May God bless her!

She let me know that whenever my regular nurse cannot see me, she would like to come and help me.  I agreed.  Absolutely!

Since I was feeling somewhat improved, I called my daughter P and let her know I felt improved enough to join in the birthday dinner with my grandson, N.

N is not P's son.  He's my daughter B's son. 

However, he's been staying with his aunt and her family for a while now.  So, that's where we celebrated his birthday.

You see, N went to live in Ottawa last year, with his dad.  Just before Christmas, he returned to Windsor, for a visit.  And, he's still here.

Since I may not be able to see him much longer, and may not be able to celebrate next year's birthday with him, I truly wanted to do so, yesterday.

Around Christmas time, we all thought N wouldn't be here in Windsor, for his birthday.  So, at that time, I gave him his birthday gift.

However, knowing he was still here and it was his birthday, I didn't want him to not have something to unwrap.

The gift I gave him yesterday included a copy of the New Testament Bible

I wasn't sure if he would like that.  But, to my surprise, he was happy!

While I was surprised, a Bible verse came to my mind. 

Proverbs 22:6, "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."

When he and his other siblings were younger, I used to always talk about Jesus to them.  His mom sometimes took them to church, too.

As a younger teenager, he seemed to not want to even discuss our Lord.  I believe this may have been due to the family problems that were affecting his life.

Even so, I can see now, that those seeds others and I planted for Christ, God watered.

When I was able to drive, before I had my latest surgery, N had actually attended Bible study with me, at my church.  This made me happy.

But, when I saw his reaction to the New Testament Bible, my heart skipped a beat!

In the past, I had given him a Bible.  However, with his life changing so much, he told me he didn't know where it was.

He kept telling me how grateful he was for it.  And, confirmed to me that he should read the New Testament portion of the Bible first, since it relates to Christianity and our salvation.

I must admit, I could not have been happier. 

After all, I pray for all my family members!  And, here was a special time for me.  God showed me the results of my labour, and the labour of others.

I praised God, silently and aloud.  Not just at the birthday celebration for N.  But, also all night long.

Thank you, Lord!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

H.B. N! & Bearing Witness...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to wish my grandson N, a very Happy Birthday!  I'm looking forward to seeing you, later today.  :)

While I feel badly discussing my health situation once again, I feel I must do so.

After all, LwL is meant to encourage others.  And, help people know and understand that even if we are suffering in life, God is with us.

He's with us, always!

He made many promises to us, His children.  But, He also told us that we will experience fiery trials in life.

And, that's precisely what I am going through, now.

When I say fiery, I mean fiery.  Not only is my life at risk, but I have experienced so very much pain continuously, that there are times when I wonder if it will ever end.

Of course, I know it will.  Either here on earth, or when I am taken to Heaven.

Meanwhile, I have been suffering big time, with pain.  Especially, over the past while.

Whenever my nurse comes, she removes my bandage.  Then she removes the packing inside my incision.

She rinses and tries to promote drainage by putting pressure on the area in question.  After cleaning, she then repacks me, before placing a new bandage on me.

The pain of repacking isn't fun.

In the past, I've had several nurses have to do this work, after I had been cut open.  However, I've never experienced the intense pain that I've had, recently.

For some reason, when I have been repacked, I've had stabbing pain.  Pain and fiery burning, that radiates across my gut. 

This past weekend, my regular nurse was off.  My replacement nurse came both Saturday and Sunday.

On Sunday, she decided to measure the depth of my incision, once again.

When she looked inside me, she became shocked.  She saw tunneling.  Meaning, I was open with a hole, running from my incision, over towards where the abscess is located.

She measured the tunneling as best she could.  And, she let me know it was five and three-quarters centimeters (5 3/4 cm) across my gut, under my skin.

This meant that instead of her packing just my incision, she intended to also pack the tunneling, also.

Boy!  The pain was so bad, I even spoke aloud.  No, I didn't yell.  But, I felt like I wanted to!

I must admit, that I am feeling sick and tired of suffering.

However, when I feel like this, I remind myself that as a child of God, I will suffer. 

Just as God told us, in Romans 8:16-17, "The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God:  And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together."

How grateful I am that God has made me part of His family.  That as His child, I am an heir, and a joint-heir with Christ.

Eventually, I will be glorified together with Him.

In the meantime, I must continue to trust God for my healing.  In every way.

Just so you know, the hospital's emergency room (ER) doctor who saw me last Thursday evening, confirmed to me that the abscess seemed to be "communicating" with my incision.  Meaning, that there was a connection.  Somehow, tunneling was there.

At that time, I asked him if draining the ABSCESS would heal me.  Or, if I would need surgery, once again.

He replied that he believed that draining it would only provide temporary relief.

In his opinion, I would need surgery in the future.  And, I would need to have the mesh inside me removed.

Once again, I will ask you to please pray for me.

If you are willing, please lift me in prayer, so that God will continue to encourage me, through this horrible trial I have been experiencing.  And, provide the healing I require.

Please know that I am thankful to you.  Understand that I pray for you, also.  And, pray that God will bless you, my friend.

Until next time...

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Monday, February 24, 2014


A couple of days ago, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I discussed what happened to me on Thursday, at the hospital.

By the time my daughter P had taken me to the drug store, to have my prescription for more antibiotics filled, I arrived home, close to midnight.

Friday morning, the hospital called me, just as I had been told at the hospital's Emergency Room (ER) doctor told me they would.  I was scheduled to have the drainage done at 10:30 a.m.

Knowing that my daughter P had a seriously full schedule that day, there was no way she could fit it in her schedule to pick me up, and transport me to the hospital.

God provided.  Just as He always seems to do!

I called my friend M.  She's my friend who had surgery last October and understands what I am going through.

Unfortunately, she had a doctor's appointment first thing and wasn't going to be able to bring me to the hospital.  However, she said she would pick me up at the hospital and bring me home, afterwards.

For this, I thanked her.  And, praised God.

After I got off the phone with M, and while I was praying and considering calling a couple of other friends, my phone rang.

My friend A, called me.  She wanted to know if it was okay for her to come visit me, shortly after her phoning me.

When I let her know I needed a ride to the hospital, she agreed to pick me up at home, and drive me, there.  This way, we could have a short visit, together.  Even if it wasn't in my apartment!

I thanked my friend.  And, praised God!

Once again, Philippians 4:19 came to mind, "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."

I realize that not everyone believes that God provides for all our need.  But, He does.  At least, for His children, who trust in Him.

This verse shows the promise God made to us.  What a promise!

Think about this for a minute.

God knew my need, even before I did.  He provided, in a way that I needed, yet didn't know would happen.

Thank You, Lord!  I felt blessed.  Probably, because I was!

Arriving at the hospital on time, I registered at the Admitting Department office.  Then, made my way to the same waiting room as where I had been the day before, when I waited for the ultrasound test.

More than a half hour (1/2) later than my scheduled time, I was called for my treatment.

The technician did another ultrasound test.  So did another technician.

While I was lying on the table, waiting for the doctor to come into the room and drain my ABSCESS, my phone rang.  It was M letting me know she was outside in her van, waiting for me.

When she found out I wasn't ready yet, she drove off to do an errand for one of her family members. 

Eventually, the doctor arrived.  He froze my gut. 

Instead of using needles through the abdominal skin, he unpacked my incision.  He went inside me through that area, and drained the ABSCESS.  He also took a biopsy.

Afterwards, he told me I needed to go into ER, once again. 

Shockingly, I asked why?  He responded that he couldn't repack my incision.  ER would have to do it.

I asked him if they were going to take me in ER, immediately. 

He didn't know.  I mentioned that I had waited before.  Once for 4+ hours, and the other for more than 5 1/2 hours.

He asked if my nurse would be seeing me at home.  I responded that she intended to in the late afternoon.

It was suggested that if I wanted to not go to ER, I could go home, and wait for my nurse.

That's exactly what I did.  And, since my nurse arrived earlier than planned, I didn't wait as long as I had previously at the ER department!

My friend M picked me up, and drove me home.  I thanked her.  And, once again praised God!

Until next time...

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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Trust And... ??

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll be aware that I've had to spend time at the hospital.  Mainly in the Emergency Room (ER).

In addition, you'll be aware that I had an ultrasound done.  It showed that I still had an ABSCESS, even though the surgeon thought she was cleaning it out, when she did surgery on me, Sunday, February 2nd.

This whole situation of dealing with my health problems for more than 17 months now, hasn't been easy.  Especially, since I've had an exorbitant amount of pain.

The severity of the pain changes.  However, there has not been a time when I have had no pain.

Even though I have suffered continuously, I realize that I must trust in God.  So, I do.

Thinking about trusting in God brought to my mind a hymn that I enjoy.

It was written by John H. Sammis, and is entitled, Trust and Obey.  Here's a link so you can listen and/or sing along:

Trust and Obey
(Please note:  there are actually more verses, but only these were used on the Youtube link.)

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
Let us do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Yes, we must trust and obey.  Not just me.  You, also. 

Just as God told us to do, in Proverbs 3:5-6, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."

Believe me when I say that I trust in the Lord. 

For everything.  The good.  The not so good.  And, even the horrible things that life can and in some cases has thrown at me.

I love and adore Him with all my heart.  And, do everything I can to be obedient to His calling.

In addition, I do not lean on my own understanding.  After all, I'm not God.  I only have human knowledge and understanding. 

He knows it all.  He's in control.  And, He provides for me and directs my path.  Always.

For this, I am truly thankful.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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Saturday, February 22, 2014

ER, Again!

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I'd like to say that had my parents been alive, today would have been their wedding anniversary

It may not seem important to some people to recall information like this, but it is important to me. 

It's too late to pray that they'll be in heaven.  They either are, or they're not.  Nothing will change where they are, because their lives are over, here on earth. 

But, I'm hoping I'll see them there, one day.

In yesterday's LwL entry, I discussed what happened to me on Wednesday.  And, what transpired at the hospital's Emergency Room (ER).

When I was released about 1:00 a.m. Thursday morning, I was given an appointment time of 3:00 p.m. that very same day.

My daughter P, crammed her busy schedule and picked me up.  She drove me to the hospital.

After registering at the admitting department, I had to go to the desk that handles testing.

As I approached the waiting room, where patients wait for their testing, I saw it was full.  People were yelling, and were all excited. 

Not just patients.  Also, hospital workers.

The energetic praising was due to the fact that the Canadian Women's Olympic Hockey Team, had just won the gold medal.

Luckily, one woman was still at the desk, where I had to hand in my paperwork.  She gave me a paging unit and was told to go sit in the waiting area, until I was buzzed.

Lucky for me, some people left that waiting room area.  I can only imagine they left, because there was no need to continue watching the television (TV).

I waited.  Finally, about 45 minutes past my appointment time, I was called to have my ultrasound test done.

The technician assured me that she found the lump and it showed information that the doctor(s) would need.  Afterwards, I was told I needed to go to ER, once again.

What?  This time, I hadn't brought a packed bag.

Thoughts ran through my mind about the possibility of me requiring further surgery.  Or, treatment of some kind.

P had come to pick me up.  However, she left again.  She had other things to do, so I was glad she was able to go do them.

When she showed up at ER about four (4) hours later, I still hadn't been called in to see the physician.  She was rather upset.

Believe me, she couldn't have been as upset as I was.  After all, I was in the midst of another changing group of sick people.  And, was surrounded by germs, infections, viruses, etc.

With my reduced immune system, due to having that rare Rheumatoid Arthritic (RA) condition of Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), it leaves me at risk.  And, knowing that it is dangerous for me, with an open incision, I wasn't happy.

P had to leave to do an errand.

When she returned, she and I enjoyed a chicken sandwich, together.  She had brought it for me, because she knew I hadn't eaten since morning.  Thank you, P!  May God bless you.

My pain level was getting worse and worse.  And, I was growing weary and more upset.  Not just due to the pain of me having to sit upright in a chair, for hours.

But also, because I realized that the triage nurse who took my info, had told me that there were only four (4) or five (5) people ahead of me. 

Knowing I had waited about five and a half (5 1/2) hours already, I wasn't a happy camper.

Would you like to be lied to?  I don't.  And, it seemed that it wasn't four (4) or five (5) people ahead of me.  It was more like 45, or 450 people ahead of me.

Finally, I got called in and was given the same bed, as the evening prior.  There was a different doctor, though.

This ER physician was very kind.  He let me know that this may have been the original ABSCESS that was never drained, even in May 2013 when I spent 15 days in hospital, and went home with a drainage tube not working.

He also let me know that sometimes there can be more than just one (1); sometimes, there can be a cluster.

When he realized I had mesh inside me, he let me know that it must be infected, and need to be removed.  In his opinion, this is why I have been fighting so many physical ailments and/or infections.

Once again, I heard that this will continue to happen to me, until the mesh inside me is removed.  Or, until I die.

In any case, the only thing done, was me being told that it was definitely an ABSCESS that needed to be drained.

I found this upsetting.  And, once again, turned to God.  I prayed He would provide for me and help me through this stressful, painful problem.

Yesterday, I quoted Romans 5: 1, "Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:". 

Today, I'll finish up with the verses 2-5 that follow, "By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
And patience, experience; and experience, hope:
And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us."

I realize that I have been suffering terribly for more than 17 months now.  However, no matter the situation, there is nothing I personally can do about it.

The reality is, that I must trust God and rejoice in the hope of His glory.  He's the one in control.  Not me.

As He told us, we must glory in our tribulations. 

Our trials help us be changed into the people He wants us to be.  It assists in conforming us into image of His Son, Jesus Christ, which is what He desires. 

And, He provides for us, giving us patience.

At the end of this month, I'll be seeing a surgeon in London, Ontario.  Hopefully, he'll be able to help me. 

This was one (1) reason why they told me they didn't want to take me back into the operating room, to clean out this abscess.  The other reason, was because it was really not good to do this, when I am still not healed after having surgery earlier this month.

Instead, I was told that I was to come back to the hospital, to the radiology department.  There, a doctor would drain this ABSCESS.

If you believe in prayer, I'd like to ask for continued prayer for healing for me.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Friday, February 21, 2014


Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I let you know yesterday, that my nurse wanted me to go on Wednesday, to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital.

We discussed this in the late afternoon, when she came to clean and redress my wound area.  I let her know I was expecting company, who would only stay for a short visit, and would afterwards head to ER.

My pastor from Walkerville Evangelical Baptist Church (WEBC) arrived earlier than planned.   And, he came with flowers for me.

How lovely and thoughtful!  Thank you, my church family!

After our short visit, I finished packing up my bag, since my nurse, nor I knew for sure if I would be admitted into hospital.  Then, Pastor Tom dropped me off at the hospital.  Thank you, Tom.  May God bless you...

For this, I was thankful, for he had to cross town to get home, and it saved my daughter P from having to cross town to pick me up.  Yes, they both live on the west side of Windsor, while I live on the east side.

My daughter P, met me at ER.

Waiting time was four (4) hours for me.  I was seated amongst many people.  It seemed the faces were changing, as others were called in and more people arrived.

A couple of hours later, about 11:00 p.m. I was finally called in and given a bed.  The doctor assisting me was the same one who had seen me Feb. 1st, before I had the surgery the next day.

Apparently, my latest CTscan from February 7th, and indeed every one I've had prior, nothing showed up.

He checked my wound area, and the lump area beside it to the right.  He did a swab test and let me know that I needed to have an ultrasound test done. 

The ultrasound department wasn't open at that late hour.  It was upsetting to me that testing couldn't be done immediately.   Especially, after having waited many hours in the waiting area.

I took a deep breath, exhaled and once again decided to just trust God.

This brought to mind Romans 5:1, "Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:".

How grateful I am that I have peace with God.  And, how thankful I am that He's with me, always!

By the time I was released from ER, it was 1:00 a.m.  And, I was in extreme pain.

The doctor had put pressure on the lump, in order to try and drain out some of the fluid. 

Plus, you must understand that it is difficult for me to sit up straight.  Even at the computer.  Never mind, in the waiting room at the hospital's ER.

Normally, I sit partially reclined or lay down in bed, for the open incision hurts when I sit up straight, as I need to in a normal chair.

After P drove me home, I made sure I took medication for pain.  And, went to bed to rest.

Like normal, I prayed.  And, trusted God for everything.

Until next time...

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Hospital... Again?!

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I'll be discussing my health.  And, the fact that my nurse told me that I need to go to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital.

Originally, I thought she told me that my incision opening in my gut was six (6) cm deep.  However, when I discussed this with her a few days ago, she corrected me.  She let me know that originally, it was eight (8) cm deep (about 4").

When she measured it on Tuesday this week, she let me know it was now only about four (4) cm deep.  This means that it is about half healed.

To many this may sound good.  The fact that the hard lumped, swelled area that gives me pain, located just slightly to the right of my incision, has reduced in size and is less painful, sounds good, too.

However, the pain I experience when she cleans out my opened area, and repacks it, has gotten worse.  It's so bad that the pain I experienced over the last few days, has been extreme.

The pain felt like I was being stabbed.  And, the pain radiated throughout various areas of the right side of my abdomen.

Plus the fact that the painful, swollen lump is still in place, has created a reason for her to have me go to the ER, to be checked over.

Tuesday, I was very upset.  I had told her I couldn't go that evening.

Instead, I did some laundry.

I know.  I shouldn't have done it.  However, knowing that I will be going back to the hospital, and may be re-admitted, was disturbing.

I needed laundry done.  And, realized that if in fact, I end up with surgery again (heaven forbid!), I certainly would not be able to do any laundry, afterwards.  At least not for a while.

Besides, Pastor Tom from where I worship at Walkerville Evangelical Baptist Church (WEBC) planned to see me Wednesday evening.  At my home.

During my discussion of this situation with my daughter P, I let her know that I would ask my pastor to drop me off at ER.  After all, he lives over on the west side, and would have to cross the city, to get home.

P agreed to meet me at the hospital.  Or, if it wasn't possible for my pastor to drive me, she would come pick me up.  I thanked P and prayed.


My nurse agreed to my suggestion.  She gave me a note to take to the hospital, to give to the triage nurse.

Hopefully, this will mean that I won't have to wait for hours in the area where sick people who may be contagious, will be seated.  After all, with a reduced immune system, and with having an open wound, it would leave me at greater risk of picking up infection and/or other ailments/viruses.

As for me being happy.  I am not.

Still, I will not fear.  Instead, I will continue to trust God.

Just as He told us to do, in 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."

In my heart, I believe that He will indeed provide healing for me.  Total, restorative healing.  

As He told us in the Bible verse, He will strengthen me.  And, provide me with righteousness.  His righteousness.  Not mine, for mine is as filthy rags; just as yours is, also.

Trust Him, I will continue to do.

However, if you don't hear from me, or if there are no new postings here on LwL, please know that I was not able to return home, after being checked over.  Instead, this will mean that I have been admitted once again, into hospital.

Since their rules of using the internet won't allow me to post here on LwL, you may not hear from me.  At least, not until I have returned home.  

Just so you know, I'll be dating this LwL entry as Thursday, February 20th, even though I'll be posting it on Wednesday evening.

In the meantime, please know that I pray for you daily, my friend.

And, I would appreciate your continued prayer for healing for me.  Thank you.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Shirley Temple...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) recently, you'll be aware that this past Sunday, I did not go to worship with my church family.  Not being able to drive, means I cannot go anywhere, unless I have a ride.

Being home all the time, means that I am limited as to what I can do.

In addition to reading my Bible and other books, I watch television (TV).

On Sunday, Movies! TV Network ( aired some of Shirley Temple's movies.

When I was young, I adored her movies.  And, I still do.

I watched, Heidi.  Here is a link to read about it:

Afterwards, I watched, The Little Princess.  Check it out, here:

Later, I watched, Stowaway.  Read about it, here:

Then, Wee Willie Winkie.  For information, check it out:

And finally, The Littlest Rebel.  Here's some information on the movie:

I have no idea whether or not Shirley Temple is in heaven.  I have no idea if she was saved.

Now, it is too late for anyone to pray for her salvation, since she is no longer living.

From a human perspective, she was a person that people adored.  Loving, gentle, kind.  Not just as a child, either.  Also, as an adult, who represented her country, overseas.

Even so, she will bow before Jesus and will confess He is Lord.  Even if she is not in heaven.

Just as God told us, in Philippians 2:9-11, "Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:  That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."

We all will bow before Jesus one day.  And will confess that He is Lord... to the glory of God the Father.

No one can change this.

But, there is something we humans can change.  We can change our lives, from a sin perspective.

We can turn away from sin in our lives, and turn to Christ.

By doing this, our lives here on earth will change.  And, in obedience to God, if we believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ, we will be saved.

Hopefully, I'll see you in heaven one day, my friend.  Until then, I'll pray for you.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned about how my friends M and D not only joined me for dinner, but also blessed me with fresh fruits and vegetables so assist me with other meals, and snacks.

And, I discussed how blessed I felt.  Because, I truly felt blessed.

By me telling you this, I realized that there was something I hadn't yet told you.  Something that happened on February 8th, the Saturday after I returned home from having been opened up once again, at the hospital at the beginning of this month.

My friend M visited me. 

I appreciated her coming to see me, to be sure.  But, she didn't come empty-handed.

With her, she brought a few prepared meals so I wouldn't have to do anything other than reheat food, in order to enjoy a meal.  For this, I was thankful.  Absolutely thankful, beyond belief!

After all, I had surgery only days earlier, and was not stitched up.  It would have been difficult for me to have cooked anything.

She also brought fresh foods.  Foods that made it simple for me to create a tasty salad.

At the time when she did this, I was truly thankful.  And now, I apologize for not letting others know how blessed I felt.

After all, at that time, I felt burdened.   Burdened with health problems, shock, and more.  And, truly needed help from others.

My friend did what God told us to do in Galatians 6:2, "Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ."

Yes, my friend and her family took on my burdens.  By doing so, they made me feel not just blessed, but loved.

In the past, we had helped each other.  Especially, since both M and I had experienced surgeries.

And, here she was, once again. 

At my home.  Visiting me.  Encouraging me.  Lifting me up in prayer.  And, providing for me, in my time of need.

Of course, I appreciated what she did for me.  Thank you, M (and your family, too)!

I praise God for her!  And, believe that she will be blessed for being obedient to God's calling. 

If you've been praying for healing for me, I thank you.  May God bless you, my friend.

Until next time...

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Monday, February 17, 2014


A couple of days ago, I wrote about celebrating Valentine's Day and K's birthday, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).

It seemed that birthday celebrations were not complete.

On Saturday evening, my friend M & her husband D joined me for dinner.  Our plan was to celebrate M's birthday, even though it was long past.

M's birthday was during the time when I had the lung infection, so we didn't get together at that time. Later, she had some family situations that took her out of town.

One thing led to another, and finally we got together!  Happy belated Birthday, M!

When Gordon was alive, he and I met with M and D about four (4) times or more per year.  Usually, around the time of our birthdays.

In the beginning, we made meals at home.  Eventually, we decided it was to be a fun time of food and fellowship, so we switched to enjoying pizza and salad, usually birthday cake and/or some other type of dessert.

The last couple of times we got together, it was at M and D's home.  This time, since I couldn't drive, they came to my home.

M had let me know she would bring the salad.  I let her know that I had cake to celebrate with, since I had picked it up, when my daughter P had taken me to do some shopping.

On their way here, they picked up the pizza from our favourite maker, even though this time it was my treat.  Thank you, M and D!

Upon arrival, we plated up our food.  It was mouth-wateringly delicious!

Of course our cake was wonderful comfort food, as well!

But, I must say that the best part of the evening wasn't just the food.  It was the fellowship.  Spending time, with my friends.  Even though things were a little bit different.

I must admit, I felt blessed.

Our time together, brought to my mind Matthew 5:16, "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."

Not just because my friends joined me at a time, when I felt I could use encouragement.  But also, because they were so loving to me.

In addition to all I discussed earlier, M had her arms filled when they joined me at my apartment.

In addition to the salad she carried for our dinner, she also had fruits and vegetables.  These weren't to be used for our dinner time together, but rather they were for me.

My friends wanted to make sure I had items to enjoy for other meals and snacks. 

Their good works did surely shine.  I appreciated what they did for me.  And, through their efforts, God was glorified, also.

Yes, I truly felt blessed.  And, loved.

For this, I am truly thankful.

Until next time...

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Sunday, February 16, 2014

Open My Eyes That I May See...

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I enjoy discussing my Lord's Day.  SONday!

You're probably aware, that since I cannot drive, I won't be able to join my church family in worshipping, today.

Even so, I do my best to worship and honour God, even though I am at home.  And, alone.

A few weeks ago during our worship service at church, we sang a hymn that I had only sang a few times.  I was reminded about how beautiful it is.

The hymn was written by Clara H. Scott and is entitled, Open My Eyes That I May See.  Here is a link so you can watch/listen and/or sing along:  Below, are the lyrics.

Open My Eyes That I May See

Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.

Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!

Open my ears, that I may hear
Voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
And while the wave notes fall on my ear,
Everything false will disappear.


Open my mouth, and let me bear,
Gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.

We need our eyes opened.
Just as God told us in Psalm 119:18, "Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law."
While we who are trusting in Jesus for our salvation, do not live by the law, the law of the Old Testament does help the Holy Spirit convict us of sin.  Sin in our lives.
There is no one who has ever lived on our earth, who has not had sin in their lives.  Except our Lord, Jesus, of course!
We need to accept that we are a sinner.  A sinner, who needs a Saviour.
The only person who can save anyone, is our Lord, Jesus Christ, who gave His life.  For you, if you are trusting in Him.  For me, and for any/all who will believe upon Him.
If you are not yet saved, please do not wait to come to our Lord.  Trust in Him, today.
We are not guaranteed tomorrow.  It may be too late.
Until next time...
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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Heartfelt Love...

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday, I discussed the fact that it was not only Valentine's Day, but it was also my daughter P's boyfriend, K's birthday.

Prior to becoming ill and needing emergency surgery in September 2012, I made birthday cakes to celebrate birthdays for my family and others who had close family relationships, like K. 

However, since then, I have had my abdomen cut open five (5) times.  Three (3) times in an actual operating room, and twice in a private hospital room when an operating room wasn't available, in May 2013.

This, along with instructions to not bend, lift, stretch, or carry anything of any weight, has prevented me from doing so.  At first I found this upsetting, but my daughter P carried on doing what I had done! 

For this, I was grateful, for it not only showed love, care and concern, it also provided a way of celebrating birthdays that was heartfelt in a natural way.

Yesterday, P picked me up at my home, because I cannot drive.

I had a couple of things I had to do, that were rather emotional to me.  P helped me do them. 

Afterwards, we did some shopping so that we would both have some fresh foods for the next week or so.  For this, I was thankful.

Later, I thought she would be taking me home.  To my surprise, she drove me across town to her home, so I could celebrate K's birthday with her and her family.

Before going to hospital, on February 1st, I had given P some sweet treats for her and her family, as I normally do, so they can celebrate Valentine's Day.  Plus, some for my daughter B and her family.  In addition, I had given P, K's birthday present and card.

You see, I didn't have any idea that I'd be released from hospital so quickly, so I wanted to be prepared and not let any of my loved ones, down.

But, knowing the driving distance, I didn't think I would be celebrating K's birthday with P and the rest of her family members.  For this, I thanked P and my Lord!  I must admit, I felt blessed.

As it turned out, K's mom was visiting here in Windsor, and she also had been invited.

In addition, one of my daughter B's sons, N was staying with P while he's still in town.  So, I got to see him and his brother A, who dropped in to visit.

For this, I praised God!

This reminded me of Psalm 34:1, " I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth."

If you know me personally, or have read LwL for any amount of time, you'll know that I praise Him, continually! 

Over and over.  I believe I always will.  In good times, in not such good times, and even in the worst of times.

He is my rock.  He is my salvation.  He is my everything!

I know that I cannot take my next breath without Him ordaining it.

And, I was shown such great love by my family, during that important love day.  Not just by being able to visit with one another.

We also enjoyed a delicious meal that P and K prepared, together! 

Thank you, dear ones!  Not just for the delectable dinner, birthday cake, and strawberries with chocolate.

I thank you, for showing me love, on such a happy, yet sad day for me. 

For this, I will be eternally grateful.  May God bless you, always.

Until next time...

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Friday, February 14, 2014

H.B. K! & Happy Valentine's Day!

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to wish my daughter P's boyfriend K, a very Happy Birthday!  May God bless you today, on this your special day, and throughout the coming year!

In addition to being K's birthday, it is also Valentine's DayHappy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day is a day when love is celebrated. 

Love is shown in so many ways.  By so many people.

I came across a video that speaks of love.  In a different way.  Here is a link to the Youtube video entitled, Falling Plates

It's a loving video that I believe all need to see.  I pray you'll take the time to watch it.

If you've watched it, you'll be aware that it speaks about the love of God.

God's love for us, is so very different than what we humans show and/or feel as love for others, here on earth.

Just as He told us, in 1 John 3:1, "Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not."

God loved us so much that He sent His only begotten Son, to die on a wooden cross, and to be resurrected to eternal life.  This way, all who believe upon Him, shall be saved.

Yes, He calls us His children... His sons.  And, just as the Bible verse tells us, the world sometimes does not know us, or accept us. 

Why?  Because, the world didn't accept Jesus, as Lord and Saviour.

How I praise God for His plan of salvation, for me.  For you.  For all/any who will believe upon/trust in our Lord, Jesus Christ!

There's no greater love than this, my friend.

So, I will wish you Happy Valentine's Day

Know that I love you.  Just as I love my Lord.

Until next time...

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Thursday, February 13, 2014


As I've discussed here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) many times in the past, music fills my heart, mind and soul.

Why certain songs resonate inside me, I really don't have a clue.

I can just tell you that there has been a song that has invaded my life, daily.  For a while, now. 

Yes, I know, I wrote about Hello Again, a few weeks ago.  It's been on my heart and mind.

But, there's been another song.  It's very like-minded musically.

It's by Lional Richie entitled, Hello.  Here is a link so you can listen and/or sing along:  And, here are the lyrics.


I've been alone with you
Inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you
Pass outside my door
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
'cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you

I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again
How much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
I've just got to let you know
'cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you

Is it me you're looking for?
'cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you 
This is definitely a song about love.

Love is something I have never had much of, at any time in my life. 

Not as a child.  Nor, as an adult.

At least, until Gordon came into my life.  He truly loved me. 

However, his love for me, is just a memory of the past.  He's no longer here.  He's with our Lord, Jesus Christ, in heaven.

Speaking about love... there is no love greater than God's love.

Just as He told us in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

Please realize that we were not originally God's chosen people.  Jewish people were.

But, God loved the world so very much, that He made a plan of redemption for us. 

And, our Lord, Jesus Christ came to earth as a baby, who grew into a man.  A sinless man. 

The only Son of God. 

How grateful I am that He suffered and died on a wooden cross, and was resurrected.  If this had not happened, God's plan of redemption would not have been fulfilled.

However, because Jesus was obedient to God the Father's plan, we who trust/believe in Him, will not perish, but have everlasting life.

I praise God for this!  Hallelujah!

Thank You!  For I've never received greater love!

Until next time...

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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Love, In Many Ways...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while now, you'll be aware that once again I am recovering from surgery.  No stitches.  My wound area is open, and healing from the inside, out.

Being unable to do much of anything has meant that I have been reading more, relaxing, and watching videos and television (tv).

How grateful I am that I receive the tv station, through my digital converter/receiver!  It's a great station with all sorts of movies, including old ones.

Being love month (February), has meant that there have been a lot of movies to watch, where love has been the focus.  Yesterday, I watched two (2).

First, I watched Nothing in Common, starring Tom Hanks and Jackie Gleason.  It was a movie that certainly had its ups and downs being considered a comedy/drama film, concerning life and happiness.  However, in the end, love was certainly seen.  Here is a link to check it out:

Later, I watched Every Time We Say Goodbye, starring Tom Hanks and Christina Marsillach.  This was definitely a film filled with people differences (including language), stress and love.  Here is a link to check it out:

A while back, I came across a series of videos by Andy Stanley entitled, Love, Sex & Dating.  Below are links for you to listen/watch.

Andy Stanley of North Point Ministries entitled, Love, Sex & Dating PT 1:

Andy Stanley of North Point Ministries entitled, Love, Sex & Dating PT 2:

Andy Stanley of North Point Ministries entitled, Love Sex & Dating PT 3:

Andy Stanley of North Point Ministries entitled, Love Sex & Dating PT 4:

Don't be misled thinking that if you're married, the videos would be of no value.  For, I believe they are.  To everyone.

Love.  It's something that each one of us needs.  Whether shared with a spouse, friend or family member.

It's something that Jesus told us we need to have and show others.

Just as God told us in John 13:35, "By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another."

After all, love is so very important.  Nothing is truly more important.

Except of course, salvation.

Our lives here on earth may seem long.  But, in reality, compared to eternity, they are relatively short.

Where we spend eternity is of utmost importance.

By believing upon/trusting in our Lord, Jesus Christ, we gain salvation. 

What greater love could we ever receive, than this?!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

One Kiss...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I discussed The Beatles!  And, how memories came to mind.

This may be one (1) reason I've been reflecting upon my life.  Looking back.

Or, it may be partially due to the fact that I have had a song on my mind over the past few days. 

It's called One Kiss; here is a  LINK to hear it on a Youtube link.  It's a song from an operetta entitled, The New Moon; here's a LINK to read about it.  Below are the lyrics.

One Kiss
(Jeanette MacDonald sings prior to the beginning of the song)

One kiss, one man to save it for
One love for him alone
One word, one vow, and nothing more
To tell him I'm his own
One magic night within his arms
With passion's flower unfurled
And all my life I'll love only one man
And no other man in the world

One kiss, one man to save it for
One love for him alone
One word, one vow, and nothing more
To tell him I'm his own
One magic night within his arms
With passion's flower unfurled
And all my life I'll love only one man
And no other man in the world

You see, many years ago, when I was young, I had planned to sing one season with the Etobicoke Light Opera group, in the Toronto, Ontario area.  And, the song One Kiss, was one of the songs that a soloist was singing.

Please know that I was not the soloist singing the song. 

As I've mentioned in the past, I had terrible stage fright.  Whenever I sang when I thought I was alone, and found out someone was listening, I would stop singing.  I would just freeze up.

After participating on a regular basis with the group to be able to be on stage, I thought I'd be ready to do so.  But, it didn't work out that way.

I got sick with a respiratory infection, and wasn't able to sing during the performances that had been planned.  Sigh...

In any case, I always loved that song.

Thinking about it, and while singing it at home, my mind thought about Jesus.  About how much I love Him.

And, about how He wants us to love others.

Just as He told us in John 13:34, "A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another."

Wow!  It amazes me how many people haven't even a clue about this verse.  Or if they do, ignore it.

Unfortunately, we're living in a world where people do not always have love towards one another.  Even some people who consider themselves to be Christians.

No matter what, the fact remains.  We need to show love to others.

Until next time...

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Monday, February 10, 2014

The Beatles!

Today, on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I'll be discussing something a little bit different.

The Beatles.

On Sunday evenings, the American television station, CBS quite often has programmes I enjoy watching.  Like The Amazing Race, or others. 

Last evening, they aired The Beatles:  The Night That Changed America - A GRAMMY Salute.  Here is a link so you can read about it:

This tribute happened on Sunday, February 9th, because it was the 50 year anniversary of when The Beatles first appeared on the Ed Sullivan show.

You may be wondering if I saw the original airing of this group that changed the world musically.  I did.

At the time, I had only weeks earlier turned 11 years old.  Even so, I adored music at that age, and was blown away by the songs they sang.  I loved every minute of that show!

In my mind, it was a wonderful tribute.  Even so, it brought tears to my eyes.

Not only did it make me feel old, but it brought back memories.  Memories of my childhood.  And, of how life has changed so very much.

I was reminded about where I lived at the time I watched The Beatles that first (1st) time.  And, was reminded of my life at that time.

Childhood memories flooded my mind.  Thoughts of friends from when I was young flashed back.

How I loved them, then.  And, how I love them now, is no different.

At least in my mind. 

And, in God's, for He told us so, in Hebrews 13:1, "Let brotherly love continue."

Yet life has changed.

All our lives have separated and have drawn apart.  Whether or not they feel the same connection I do, only God knows. 

Even so, I pray for each one.  I pray that one day, we'll all meet again, whether here or in heaven.

Of course, this means that everyone will have to be saved, in order to meet in heaven.  How will this happen?

By believing upon the Lord, Jesus Christ (Acts 16:31).

Until next time...

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Sunday, February 9, 2014

Take My Life...

Hopefully, you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) long enough to know that I love my Lord's Day!  Sunday.

Normally, I'd be going to worship with my church family.  However, since I cannot drive, I will not be attending the worship service.

Even so, some music has been on my mind. 

A friend posted it on Facebook (FB) a few days ago.  It's been on my mind ever since.  Especially, since it is a hymn I adore.

The hymn was written by Frances Ridley Havergal, and is entitled, Take My Life And Let It Be.  Here is a link where you can listen to and/or sing along with Brian Doerksen:

Take My Life And Let It Be

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Always, only, for my King.

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages for Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my love, my God, I pour
At Thy feet it's treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for Thee.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for Thee.

Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for Thee.

This is beautiful music, that inspires my heart.  It's a hymn that we've sung during worship services for many a year.

And, it displays how I feel about God.  I live for Him.

Just as He told us His sheep do, in John 10:27-28, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:  And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand."

He knows me.

He provides for me.

He loves me.

He has provided me with eternal life. 

My physical life here on earth one day, will end.  But, I will live on with Him.  In Heaven.


Because, I'm trusting in my Lord, Jesus Christ. 

Until next time...

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Saturday, February 8, 2014


If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I was told that what I had experienced was an INFECTED HEMATOMA, when the surgeon had come in to see me.

This was on Tuesday morning.  The day I was being released from hospital.

Things were rather busy there, that day.  As soon as the surgeon left my room, my nurse had me sign the discharge paperwork.

This happened moments before my bandage was changed.

A couple of times, I had already told my nurse that I had pain on my right side.  She replied that it's probably due to the surgery pain I was experiencing. 

The teaching nurse and student nurse arrived to clean and redress my wound area.

I should tell you at this time, that the teaching nurse had been one who had taken care of me, during a previous surgery.  Yes, we had both recognized each other.

We enjoyed some conversation over the couple of times she had brought students to practice cleaning and redressing my wound area.

On Tuesday, after the dressing was removed, it was acknowledged that the student needed to go get something that had been forgotten.  Off the student nurse went.

The teaching nurse and I spoke about my wound.  I felt a hard lump on my right side, where I was feeling pain.

I asked her to feel it.  She immediately told me that I needed to have a CT Scan done to verify what it was.  And, she asked if I had talked with my nurse about it.

In response, I let her know I had.  But, nothing had been done.

The teaching nurse called my nurse into the room.  She let her know I needed to have a CT Scan done. 

My nurse replied that I had already been released.  Adding that the doctor had not ordered any tests.

The teaching nurse looked at me and made it clear.  See a doctor.

I took a deep breath.  And, sighed.

It seemed to me that nothing I need ever seems to get done.  At least, not until situations worsen.  Or so it seems.

I prayed about it.  I asked God to make a way where there wasn't one.

You see, the surgeon wasn't prepared to take care of me, any longer.  Mainly due to the fact that she doesn't get involved in hernia situations.  And, I won't be seeing the London, Ontario surgeon until the end of February.

My daughter P, drove me home.  On the way, we had to stop at the drug store, so that my prescriptions could be filled.

Eventually, we made it to my apartment.

I listened to messages on my answering machine.  To my surprise, there was a very important one.

It was from the hospital I had just been discharged from.  Apparently, they wanted me to arrange an appointment to have a CT Scan.

Be still my heart!

Wow!  Talk about God making a way where there didn't seem to be one!  To me, this was proof that nothing was impossible for God. 

Just like He told us in Luke 18:27, "And he said, The things which are impossible with men are possible with God."

Yes.  He made a way for me, where there seemed to be no way!

I praised Him!  Thank You, Lord!

What an answer to prayer!

Until next time...

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Friday, February 7, 2014

Different Opinion?!

As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, what happened in the operating room to me, was shocking.  Even so, I was and will always be, grateful.

Even though I saw my surgeon on Monday morning, she came to see me on Tuesday morning, as well.

Yes, she was releasing me to go home!

I praised God!  While I won't go into detail, I just want to say that I was happy to hear I would be heading home, rather than staying in the hospital any longer.

One thing my surgeon told me, related to the surgery that had taken place.  She mentioned that she didn't recall seeing any pus, when she cleaned me out. 

This sounded strange to me, because pus is something usually found in an ABSCESS.  Check it out for yourself:

After my surgeon left me, I began thinking about what she said.

I began wondering if in fact, what she had corrected inside me, was what my body had been fighting off.  Meaning, I was wondering if in fact the mesh inside me was truly infected.

Maybe.  Maybe not.

I prayed that God had provided healing for me. 

Of course, only He knows for sure.  Time will tell, with me.

One thing I didn't want to do was to become fearful.

I didn't want to worry about whether or not, I would truly need the surgery that I had been told I needed, many months ago.  I didn't want to think about having to have more surgery.

I didn't want to fear.

So, instead of thinking and/or worrying about it, I gave it to God.  I prayed, because as I've said before, I know God loves me.  And, He doesn't want me to fear.

Just as He told us in 1 John 4:18, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love."

When I think of God, I have no fear.  I know I love Him.  And, He loves me.

He loved me... you... and everyone in the world so much, that He sent His only begotten Son, so that whosoever believeth upon Him should not perish, but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

You may wonder why I may hope and pray that the surgery I had on Sunday was the whole problem. 

It's because before my surgeon left me, she told me that she believed that what I had experienced was an INFECTED HEMATOMA.  Read about what a hematoma is, here:

In any case, I am not going to worry.  I will not fear.

I am going to continue to trust God.  Why?  Because, He loves me.

I will continue to trust Him for my healing, and indeed, for everything in my life.

Until next time...

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Thursday, February 6, 2014


As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wasn't in the operating room very long.  Recovery didn't take long, either.  Eventually, I made it back upstairs into my room.

It was rather surprising to me that I didn't get to speak with my surgeon, after waking in the recovery room.  Usually, this is done.  But, it didn't happen Sunday evening.

Instead, I saw my surgeon Monday, February 3rd.  In the morning.

When she came in to see me, she said she felt really badly for me. 

I interrupted her, and thanked her for not stitching me up.  She seemed rather surprised. 

So, I let her know that during the prior two (2) surgeries, I had been stitched up, because the surgeon thought I was ready for healing.  But, both times, instead of healing, I began leaking blood and fluid through my incision, which then opened up, creating a situation where I would take longer to heal.

I told her that I felt it might be better to heal from the inside-out, just as she had done, for me.

When her eyes met mine, they were filled with sadness and compassion.  I mean this sincerely.

She told me how very sorry she was that I had suffered so severely, prior to the surgery. 

She commented that she then understood why even morphine didn't help my pain.  And, told me that no pain medication of any kind could ever help pain from pressure.

And, she let me know that what happened in the operating room, was rather shocking.

Not just to her, but to all assisting in the operation.

My surgeon told me that when she used the scalpel (knife) and began cutting me open, something happened that was unexpected.  As soon as the knife hit the area of swelling inside me, my body exploded.

She said it was like an eruption.  Blood, fluid and whatever, flew up into the air.  Like a geyser.

She let me know that this was something she had seen before.  But, it was very rare to happen.

Apparently, she and all others around me, took a step back.  As she said, they looked at each other, and began expressing remorse, at how much I must have been suffering from the pressure that had built up inside me.

Discussions about how much pain I must have had, took place as my surgeon finished cleaning me out, apparently.

I must admit, I was in shock hearing this!

It's not something I had ever heard of happening to someone.  Well, except on science fiction movies, or stories.

Aloud, I praised God!  I thanked Jesus!  I commended the Holy Spirit, for leading my surgeon.

And, I thought about how much God truly loves me.

This brought to my mind, Matthew 7:11, "If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?"

He truly loves me.  He provided for me.  What more could I ask?

My surgeon let me know that she was glad I was seeing the London, Ontario surgeon, at the end of February. 

You see, I asked her if she could help me with the surgery I've been waiting for since last May.  She let me know that she couldn't.  Removing mesh and dealing with hernia problems isn't her area of expertise.

Even so, I thanked her from the bottom of my heart.

And, I thank you.  Thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

A Short Time...

As I mentioned here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday, the surgeon visited me just after I had eaten lunch, on our Lord's Day.  Sunday.  She let me know I was to be taken into the operating room, about 8:00 p.m.

At about 6:45 p.m., my nurse let me know that the person transporting me to the operating room was ready to take me.  This was shocking, but at the same time, I was grateful.

Before being given general anesthetic, I spoke with my surgeon.  I asked her if it was possible for her to remove the ABSCESS, rather than just drain it.

She let me know that she couldn't remove it.  She didn't want to have to remove any mesh.

I thanked her for helping provide healing for me.  Then, off we went.

Believe me when I say, I prayed. 

I prayed for wisdom and guidance for my surgeon.  I prayed my Lord, would provide this as the healing I need.

And, I trusted God for it.  And, thanked Him.

After all, He did tell us in James 1:5, "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him."

In my mind, it matters not how intelligent someone/anyone is.  What matters is if God is leading them.

And, lead my surgeon, He did.

Apparently, I wasn't in the operating room very long.  As I was waking from the anesthetic, I could hear nursing staff discussing the fact that I was only in the operating room for a few minutes.

They kept asking me if I had any severe pain.  I must admit, I did not have as much pain as I had before I went into the operating room. 

For this, I praised God!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Answer Received...

Please know that this entry of Life with Lynnie (LwL) was not written and published on the date posted.  It was done after I returned home from the hospital.

As you're probably aware, I spent most of Saturday at the hospital's emergency room (ER).  And, much of the time, I was blessed having my daughter P, with me.

After testing was completed, I thought I would hear back from the ER physician as to what was going to be done. 

It had been confirmed to me, when I first was examined that my thinking was correct. 

The swelled area of my gut was the size of a football that was red in colour, and emitting heat.  I had thought that I was fighting another infection.  It was true.

Now what?

Surgery?  No surgery?  That was one question.

As I mentioned yesterday, I repeatedly asked God to provide for me. 

Answers.  And, healing. 

I was confident that He would provide for me.

Just as He told us He would, in Matthew 7:8, "For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened."

And, God did provide for me.

In the evening, I was moved from ER to #615b.  This obviously meant that I would not be released to be treated at home.

Eventually, some food was brought to me.  For this, I was thankful!

Not long after P and K left my room, I had another visitor.  My daughter, B.

I was happy to see her, since I hadn't seen her in a while.  Knowing she was wearing a mask and coughing (in my opinion, smoker's cough), she didn't stay long.

Even so, I was grateful to have seen her!

One thing that was surprising, was that I never heard from any doctor, as to what was happening.  At least not, until Sunday, just after lunchtime.

A surgeon came to see me.

It wasn't my original surgeon, nor my current surgeon, for I had let them know in ER that I didn't want to see either of them at that time.  During that conversation, I had mentioned that a friend had recommended a surgeon that had helped her, greatly.

Even though I hadn't requested that particular surgeon, it was the person who saw me.

She let me know she would be taking me into the operating room about 8:00 p.m. that evening.  Sunday.  Our Lord's day.

I was told that she was going to open me up and clean out the ABSCESS in my gut.

Believe me when I say I prayed.

Until next time...

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