Wednesday, April 30, 2014

What Glory!

In the past, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) I've discussed what I spend time doing, from time to time.

With recovering from surgery once again, and having the reconstruction inside me go wrong, I haven't been able to do much.  Just as I've said, many times.

One thing I've been doing a lot of, is reading my Bible.  Like I've discussed, before.

In addition, I've been praying, more and more.  Not just for myself, but for others, too.

Television (TV) is something I've been watching a lot of.  Unfortunately, I didn't find much to watch last Saturday evening. 

So instead, I watched a movie online.  I hadn't planned to watch this film.  In fact, until I came across it by accident, I didn't even realize this movie was available through the internet.

The movie I watched online is entitled,   Carpenters, Karen Carpenter Story.  If you'd like to read about the movie, here is a link so you can check it out:  

If you'd like to watch the movie, please click on this link:

In the film, there was many songs played.  Songs that I adore.  And, adore singing.

In the past, I've been told many times about how I sound very much like Karen Carpenter, when I sing The Carpenter's songs. 

Not just after I sang one of their songs at the legion, last fall.  But also, many years ago.

In the past, I wrote how my next door friend and neighbour called me and asked me to visit with her and her husband.  It was then that I found out that whenever I was in the shower singing, her husband would sit in their bathroom, listening to me... if he was upstairs. 

This fellow had extreme connections in Toronto.  He wanted me to allow him to give me a music career.  He loved my singing.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen.  I just couldn't do it. 

As I've discussed in the past, I had such stage fright, that even if I had known that he had been listening to me sing, I wouldn't have been able to do it.  I would have stopped singing.

At the time, I was a believer.  One of God's children.

However, at that time, God was not first (1st) and foremost in my life.  My focus was more secular in nature.  Unlike, today.

At the time, I didn't realize that this fear was an attack from Satan.  In retrospect, I realize that it was.

Had God been first (1st) and foremost in my life at that time, I would have been reading my Bible regularly.  And, realized that my life could have been different, had I honoured God, before anything else.

Just as we read in James 4:7, "Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."

That was then.

Today, things are different.  God is first (1st) and foremost in my life.  And now, I do everything I can to resist the devil.

God healed me from the fear that prevented me from fulfilling a dream that would have satisfied a desire in my life, back then.

Now, I am grateful any time I am able to sing, and honour my Lord.  Whether by singing hymns, or by singing secular songs that I sometimes change lyrics of, to honour Him.

After all, He deserves all the honour and glory!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

I Guess That's Why...

As I've discussed many times here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wake up with songs on my heart.  Almost daily.

There is one secular song that has been with me for several months, now. 

I'm not saying that I wake up with the song, every day.  This doesn't happen.  However, on a fairly regular basis, it does.

It is a song by Elton John entitled, I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues.  Here is a link so you can listen and/or sing along:  The lyrics are below.

I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself 
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself 
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
(laughing like children, living like lovers)
And, I guess that's why they call it the blues
(laughing like children, living like lovers)
And, I guess that's why they call it the blues

...And, I guess that's why they call it the blues


Why this song is on my heart and mind often, is beyond me.  Is it from God?  Only He knows.
However, with some of the lyrics, I can understand that He may be talking to me.
When I awoke with this song on my mind once again, I thought about the lyrics:  don't wish it away... don't look at it, like it's forever.
I wondered if God was speaking to me, regarding my ill health.  And, my life.
After all, I am once again facing surgery for an important health issue.  A hernia in my lower abdomen, where my bowels are protruding and could be damaged.  At the worst, this could actually end my life, if it becomes incarcerated.  And, if damaged, some of my bowels may need to be removed.
Being not a god, but only being human, it's not easy facing serious health issues, once again.  Especially, since I haven't yet recovered from my previous surgery.
Just as the lyrics say... things can only get better.  For I am trusting Him.
I know that God wants me to picture His face in my hands
After all, He is everything to me.  And, He wants me to rely upon Him.  Just as I do, always.
I will continue to... live for each second without hesitation.  I know He's my man.. my husband, now that I'm a widow.  He cares for me.
And, I praise Him for this!  For He... simply loves me.  Just as the lyrics say.
One thing I have been doing, is praying for wisdom.  And, believing it will be received, from Him.
Just as we read in James 1:2-6, "My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;  Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.  But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.  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.  But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed."

No, I haven't fallen into divers temptations, but once again I have fallen into a serious health problem.

Yes, I believe God will give me the wisdom I need.  And, wisdom for my surgeon.  Wisdom with regards to what method of surgery should be done on me.

While it was shocking and upsetting hearing about my need for further surgery, I am faithful.  Faithful that it is part of God's plan for my life.  Even, if I don't like the thought of once again, being cut open.

In faith, I am asking, standing, and trusting in Him.  He will give me and my surgeon the wisdom needed to bring me through this upcoming surgery.

For this, I am truly thankful!

Once again, I must ask for prayer.  Thank you for praying for me.  May God bless you.

Please know I am grateful for each of you.  And, pray for you.  Always.

Also, I must remind you that if you do not see entries posted for a while after you've read this one, it will be because I will have gone to hospital.  Either in pain, requiring emergency surgery.  Or, as directed by my surgeon.

May God bless you, my friend.

Until next time...

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Monday, April 28, 2014

As Ye Do...

As I mentioned on Life with Lynnie (LwL) previously, last week was a very different kind of week. 

Not just due to my new health problem.  But, also because I was visited by people, once again.

On last Tuesday, my daughter B, and her daughter (my granddaughter) A, came to visit me, once again.  How blessed I felt!  Thank You, Lord!

Then, on Thursday evening, my pastor Tom Perry, from Walkerville Evangelical Baptist Church, along with two (2) sisters-in-the-Lord, L... and E, who we call... N.

It truly blessed me having company.  After all, being sick like I've been, and being alone during this horrible physical trial, hasn't been easy.

Having visitors not only encouraged me, but truly blessed me.

You see, pastor Tom brought bread and juice with him.   Yes, we had communion, together.

What a blessing that was to me! 

Of course, we talked and visited, and prayed together.  That was also a blessing to me.

Thank you, pastor Tom... my brother, and sisters in the Lord!  May God bless you, richly.

Thinking of how comforting it was to have fellow believers bless me this way, brought to mind 1 Thessalonians 5:11, "Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do."

It was wonderful not just seeing my pastor and sisters-in-the-Lord, but knowing that they care for me.  And, pray for me.

Yes, they showed me comfort, by showing me they care about what I'm going through.  Not to mention how they edified me, during our visit.

Once again, I thank them.  And, I thank You, Lord... for You placed it upon their hearts to support me, and pray for me.

May God bless each of you, who care not just for me, and pray for me, but also for others, too.  Just as I pray for you.

He knows our hearts desire.  And, sees the condition of our hearts. 

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

Please remember that I thank you for praying for healing for me.  May God bless you, forever.

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 27, 2014

My Help...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I referred to Psalm 121. 

While thinking of today being my Lord's Day, and knowing I enjoy music during my worship, I came across a song sung by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir entitled, My Help.  Here is a link for you to listen and/or sing along:  Below, are the lyrics.

My Help (Cometh From the Lord)

I will lift up mine eyes to the hills
From whence cometh my help?
My help cometh from the Lord
The Lord which made Heaven and Earth

He said He would not suffer thy foot
Thy foot to be moved
The Lord which keepeth thee
He will not slumber, nor sleep

Oh, the Lord is thy keeper
The Lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand
Upon thy right hand

No, the sun shall not smite thee by day
Nor the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forever more

My help
My help
My help
All of my help cometh from the Lord

(repeated, including the choir)

Oh, the Lord is thy keeper
The Lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand
Upon thy right hand
No, the sun shall not smite thee by day
Nor the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forever more
My help
My help
My help
All of my help cometh from the Lord

My help
My help
My help
All of my help cometh from the Lord

All of my help cometh from the Lord

All of my help cometh from the Lord

My help
My help
My help
All of my help cometh from the Lord

(repeat 2 more times)

All of my help cometh from the Lord

Yes, my help cometh from the Lord, just as we read in Psalm 121:2, "My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."

Just as my help cometh from the Lord, so does yours... if you belong to Him.

He came to earth, as a baby, and grew to be a man.  He was 100% man... and 100% God.

He came to create a plan of redemption for us.  For all who will believe upon Him.

Hopefully, you belong to Him.  I'm not talking about being part of God's creation.  I'm referring to being saved by Him.  Belonging to Him.

If you are not yet trusting in our Lord, Jesus Christ, for your salvation, you may want to consider coming to Him, today.  Tomorrow, may be too late.

Until next time...

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Direction/Instruction Needed...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I had seen a walk-in clinic doctor on Wednesday, to be checked over.  Just as my nurse had requested of me, because of some swelling I had in my lower abdomen.

Finding out that I had a hernia problem, with my bowel coming through, didn't make me feel happy. I was told I'll need surgery, again.

Up until this happened, I praised God daily, that He was healing me.

Like my surgeon told me when I had my stitches removed on Thursday, April 17th, my pain will remain for several weeks yet.  But, things looked good.

No, my body wasn't yet healed.  I still have some bruising, and scabs not just from where all the drainage tubes had been, but also from where all the locks were put into my neck, hands/arms, and even legs, so that my body systems could be managed during and after my surgery.

Still, I looked forward to having total restorative healing.  Just as I had prayed for.

Now, it won't happen.  I'll need surgery once again.  Being cut open for the seventh (7th) time in 21 months or so, won't be fun.

Some people may not understand what has happened.  Or, why.

Every person has a lining inside them, that holds in their innards (bowels, organs, etc.).  I did, too.  However, mine was damaged years ago, and is not available to be used to hold me tight, ever again.

That is why there were only limited surgeons in the Province of Ontario, who could not just remove the abscess and infected mesh inside me, but also do reconstructive surgery.  My London, Ontario surgeon was the last of the four (4) qualified surgeons. 

As I mentioned previously, two (2) of the four (4) weren't even taking patients, when my need arose.  My appointment with the Toronto surgeon was sooner than my appointment with my London surgeon.  This is why the Toronto surgeon agreed to do my surgery, and my original appointment with my London surgeon, was cancelled.

However, when it turned out that the Toronto surgeon could not obtain an operating room to do my surgery, he released me from his care.  I am thankful to him, for sending the London surgeon my information, etc., because he knew that I would be contacting him.

Hopefully, now you can understand why I needed a/my special surgeon who could actually use my muscle to reconstruct me, and not just have any surgeon do the surgery.

Now, I once again have a major problem. 

Both my nurse and I have contacted my London surgeon's office.  Getting through his secretary, was impossible for me.  And, my nurse's calls have not yet been returned.

If this was a minor problem, it wouldn't matter.  But, this is not a minor problem.  It is once again a major problem.

As the walk-in clinic doctor told me, if the hernia becomes incarcerated, I will die.  Plus, if my bowel becomes obstructed, or strangulated, it may have to be removed.  So, I truly need help as soon as possible.

Of course, my true help comes from my Lord.

Just as we read in Psalm 121, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore."

While I was emotionally hurt, frustrated, and even angry at some point in time over what has happened to me, I have now calmed down. 

I am once again thanking my Lord, even for this horrible trial in my life.

He's my keeper.  He's my help.  He will provide for me.

Healing will happen either here on earth, through surgeon's hands.  Or, by Him taking me home. 

He's in control.  Not me.

Yesterday, I wrote and faxed a letter to my London surgeon.  In it, I mentioned I need direction from him, on what to do.

After all, if I go to any hospital's emergency room (ER), whether here or even at my surgeon's hospital, I won't see him.  He won't be doing my needed surgery.

Instead, a regular surgeon, who will only know how to use mesh to reconstruct me, would do the surgery.  And, knowing that I was told I cannot have regular mesh inside me again, this truly isn't possible.

So, please pray for me.  I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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Friday, April 25, 2014

More Surgery...

Yesterday, I mentioned here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), how my nurse was concerned about the swelling I had in my lower abdomen, on Easter Sunday/Resurrection Day.

We agreed to see how I would be in a couple of days.  She came again on Tuesday, about suppertime.

She shockingly told me that the swollen area looked worse.  This surprised me, because I didn't feel worse.

Even so, my daughter P, agreed to take me to a walk-in clinic, Wednesday. 

It was shocking to me what the physician had to say.  He told me that I had a hernia there, and my bowels were pushing through it.

He told me I needed to go to the hospital. 

I found myself feeling rather upset.  I told him how I had surgery by the only available surgeon in the Province of Ontario who was able to reconstruct me without using mesh, so how could any surgeon here in Windsor, Ontario, help me?

His response was that I should go home, and call my nurse and my surgeon.  I did this.

My nurse told me she would also call my surgeon.

I let my nurse know that my London, Ontario surgeon's secretary refused to give me an appointment to see him, as immediately as possible.  My current date of May 8th, she told me was the only date available to me.

In response, I discussed my situation. 

She told me to go to an emergency room (ER) at a hospital.  I asked her how that could help me, if the surgeon who did my surgery was the only person who was able to address the issue of my reconstruction.

Then, it was mentioned that I don't have to go to the ER at a hospital here in Windsor.  I asked if I went to the ER at her hospital, would my surgeon be able to help me.

She responded that no, only a surgeon on call would be available to me.  Again, I asked how that could be of any benefit to me. 

And, I let her know that the physician who had examined me, had told me that if the hernia becomes incarcerated, I'll be dead.

Once again, she told me to go to ER.

I must admit, I was truly upset.  I prayed.  And, cried out to my Lord, knowing that I would not stop trusting Him to heal me, once again.

Tears fell down my face, all over again.  Just as they had when I was at the walk-in clinic, to be examined.

Even so, I prayed.  And, spoke aloud that I would not stop trusting God to heal me.

Just as we read, in Job 13:15, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him."

You may or may not know that I read through the entire Bible, every year.  This year, I am well ahead of where I normally would be.  I've been reading the book of Job, lately.

Knowing that I am once again feeling like a female Job, I realize that God is in control.  Not me.

Job suffered greatly.  So, have I.

God restored Job's life.  I'm trusting Him to do that, for me.

Please note, if you do not see a posting here on LwL for a while, it will be due to the fact that I am again in hospital and unable to write and/or post any entries.

Once again, I must ask that if you can find it in your heart to pray for healing for me, please do so.  And, may God bless you.

Until next time...

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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Special Day...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned how God lifted me up and encouraged me last Saturday.  A day, when I was feeling rather melancholy.

On Sunday morning, I felt encouraged.  And, loved by my Lord.

Like normal, I felt badly that I couldn't drive.  This meant that even on Resurrection Day, I wasn't able to go worship, with my church family.

In the afternoon, my nurse came to check me over.  She was concerned about some swelling I had in my lower abdomen.  She suggested I see a doctor to be checked out.

Knowing it was Easter Sunday, unless I went to the hospital, I knew there wouldn't be a doctor to check me out.  So, I told her I would wait a day or so, to see if the swelling decreased.

Later, my daughter P picked me up and drove me to her home.

Upon arriving at P's home, my grandson A, who lives up the street, came to see me.  I gave him some Easter treats I had brought for my family.  And, we hugged each other, lovingly.  :)

Once inside, P suggested I just rest on the couch.  So, I did.

After a while, dinner was ready.  Up to the table I went, with the rest of our family.

It was a great meal, to be sure.  And, I ate more than I normally do, because it was too difficult to not taste each delicious looking treat!

I thank you P, for providing for me.  May God bless you!

Not just for a scrumptious meal.  But, also for the wonderful time I was able to spend with some of my grandchildren and other family members!

Thinking of being thankful, brought to mind Ephesians 5:20, "Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;"

Yes, I give thanks to God.  For everything in my life.

Not just for the wonderful blessings He makes sure I receive.  Like I did on Easter Sunday, from my family.

I thank Him for everything.  Even this stressful, physical trial I have been experiencing for so long, now.

In addition, I trust Him.  He knows the plan He has for my life.

Just as He has a plan for your life, too.

Please... understand. 

If you are not yet trusting in Jesus Christ for your salvation, now is the time to come to Him.  We are not guaranteed even our next breath.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Thankful Peace...

If you read Life with Lynnie (LwL) on Saturday, April 19th, the Saturday of Easter weekend, you'll know that it was a rather melancholy day. 

Only when I thought of my now deceased husband Gordon.  I couldn't stop thinking of him that day, since it was the Saturday of Easter weekend, when we were married.  And, I miss him.

However, God sure provided for me.  In a different way.

In the mid-afternoon, I had a call from my daughter B, who I hadn't seen in a while.  She let me know that she wanted to come visit me. 

B arrived, along with her daughter... my granddaughter, A. 

My heart skipped a beat!  I was so happy, I wanted to cry.  But, I didn't.

Instead, I enjoyed every minute of our visit.  And, praised God, of course! 

I was truly thankful to Him.  And, felt peace in my heart.

Just as we read in Colossians 3:15, "And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful."

God knew my sorrow.  He knew my pain.  Both physical, and emotional. 

And, He provided for me.

Not just because He placed it on my daughter's heart and mind, to come visit me with my granddaughter.  But, He did so, on a day when He knew I needed to be encouraged and lifted up.

For this, I'll always be thankful.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Good Comfort...

It's been a while since I updated about my health situation, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL).  So, today will be the day.

Last Thursday, my daughter P and her boyfriend K, picked me up and drove me to London, Ontario.

While I went inside the hospital to see my surgeon, they went and did some shopping.  This was very different from normal, but it was okay.  Usually, P has been with me for almost all my medical appointments. 

Still, things went well.

One of my surgeon's crew members came to see me first.  As I've mentioned in the past, my surgeon is not just a surgeon, he's also a professor, who teaches surgery.  So, the woman who saw me, I can only presume was a physician still in training.

After I laid on the examination table, she examined me and let me know that things looked good.  I praised God for this!

Then, my surgeon arrived.  He said the same thing. 

He continued to speak with me, while his crew member removed the outside stitches.  :(

Boy, oh boy!  Did it hurt!

The crew member apologized, explaining to me that some of my skin had been healing up over the stitches.  I told her she didn't need to apologize; I realized that was the case.  Still, it was nice to hear that she had caring feelings.

My surgeon asked me if I was doing walking.  I responded that I was.

Then, I asked him a few questions.

Like, how long did he think I might be having this extreme pain?  He told me, probably 5 - 6 more weeks.


Then, I asked how long it would be before I would be able to drive, again.  My surgeon asked if I can sit up. 

I let him know I could sit up, but only for a few minutes at a time.  Even at the computer and/or a table.  Then, my lower abdomen feels like it's being torn apart, and I must recline to ease off the pressure.  Sometimes, I would even have to take something for pain, and go lay down for a while.

He told me that once I'm able to sit up without pain, for an extended amount of time... sort of like how long it would take me to drive somewhere, then I would be able to drive.


My last question was about when I'd be able to go back to exercising in a pool.  I let him know that I was feeling very weak, in comparison to how I felt 20 months ago, prior to beginning all these health problems and surgeries/operations.

He told me, probably in June.

During our conversation, he reminded me that the surgery/operation I had was not of a normal nature.  He explained that due to it being severe, traumatic surgery, it would take longer for me to heal.  And, reminded me once again that my incision was looking good. 


Thinking about my pain and how I have been suffering, didn't make me feel good.  Especially, knowing that I will be suffering for a while longer.

However, thinking about my extended suffering, made me think about the woman who had the issue of blood, who reached out and touched Jesus garment.  After He was touched, Jesus felt power go out of Him.  It was then that they had a short conversation. 

He responded to her, as we read in Matthew 9:22, "But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour."

Just as the woman with the issue of blood's faith made her whole, my faith is also making me whole.

I am trusting in my Lord, Jesus Christ, for everything in my life.  Including my physical healing.  And, for Him to control my pain.

And, I'm praising Him for the love He has for me.

Not only like the love He showed the woman who touched Him.  But also, the love that He had for you, for me, and for all who would believe upon Him.

After all, just as we celebrated this past weekend, He fulfilled God's plan of redemption for us.  So that we could have a way of spending eternity with Him, in Heaven.

For this, I'll never stop praising Him.  And, will never stop praying for you.

Hopefully, you and your family members are saved.  Hopefully, you all are trusting in Jesus Christ, for this is how a person becomes saved, or born again, as you would read in the book of John.

Knowing that not everyone I know is saved, I will continue praying.  Always.

After all, I want to see you, in Heaven.  And, all others I care for and love.

Until next time...

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Monday, April 21, 2014

If That Isn't Love...

As you're probably aware, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) I discuss music, from time to time.

Recently, a Facebook (FB) friend sent a link to a song that I thought was lovely.  And, very suitable for Easter.

It is by Dottie Rambo and is entitled, If That Isn't Love.  Here is a link to listen and/or sing along:        The lyrics are below.

If That Isn't Love

He left the splendor of heaven
Knowing His destiny
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha
There to lay down His life for me

If that isn't Love
The ocean is dry
There's no stars in the sky
And the sparrow can't fly
If that isn't Love
Then heaven's just a myth
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love

Even in death He remembered
The thief hanging by His side
He spoke with love and compassion
Then He took him to paradise

If that isn't Love
The ocean is dry
There's no stars in the sky
And the sparrow can't fly
If that isn't Love
Then heaven's a myth
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love

How grateful I am for God's love.  I believe His love is very different than the love we humans have.

After all, He gave His Son to be the sacrifice to end all sacrifices.

Can you imagine giving your child as a sacrifice?  Yes, God is very different.

His ways, are not like our ways. 

Just as we read in Isaiah 55:8-9, "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LordFor as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."

Yes, we must be thankful. 

Thankful for Him sending His only begotten Son to earth to become the sacrifice to end all sacrifices. 

Thankful that our Lord, Jesus Christ, was obedient to God the Father's calling. 

Thankful that He came to earth to suffer, and die on that wooden cross at Calvary, become resurrected... all for me, and for everyone who is trusting in/believing upon Jesus, for their salvation.

Yes, I praise God for this!  For without His plan of redemption being fulfilled by Jesus Christ, we would have no way to spend eternity in Heaven with Him.

Wow!  This truly was love.  Love for us.  Hallelujah!

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter! He Has Risen!

John 19:31-42, "The Jews therefore, because it was the preparation, that the bodies should not remain upon the cross on the sabbath day, (for that sabbath day was an high day,) besought Pilate that their legs might be broken, and that they might be taken away.
32 Then came the soldiers, and brake the legs of the first, and of the other which was crucified with him.
33 But when they came to Jesus, and saw that he was dead already, they brake not his legs:
34 But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.
35 And he that saw it bare record, and his record is true: and he knoweth that he saith true, that ye might believe.
36 For these things were done, that the scripture should be fulfilled, A bone of him shall not be broken.
37 And again another scripture saith, They shall look on him whom they pierced.
38 And after this Joseph of Arimathaea, being a disciple of Jesus, but secretly for fear of the Jews, besought Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus: and Pilate gave him leave. He came therefore, and took the body of Jesus.
39 And there came also Nicodemus, which at the first came to Jesus by night, and brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about an hundred pound weight.
40 Then took they the body of Jesus, and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews is to bury.
41 Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden; and in the garden a new sepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid.
42 There laid they Jesus therefore because of the Jews' preparation day; for the sepulchre was nigh at hand."

John 20:1-22, "The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre.
Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him.
Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre.
So they ran both together: and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre.
And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying; yet went he not in.
Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie,
And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.
Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.
For as yet they knew not the scripture, that he must rise again from the dead.
10 Then the disciples went away again unto their own home.
11 But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,
12 And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.
13 And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
14 And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.
15 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.
17 Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.
18 Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord, and that he had spoken these things unto her.
19 Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
20 And when he had so said, he shewed unto them his hands and his side. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.
21 Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.
22 And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost:"

How wonderful it is, that God provided for us, a way of salvation.  As I've said previously, I am thankful that my Lord, Jesus Christ, fulfilled God the Father's plan of redemption for us, making a way for each of us to spend eternity in Heaven with Him.

Trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ... and you shall be saved (Acts 16:31).

Happy Easter!

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Special Day...

As I've mentioned in the past, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), today is a special day.

Even though my now deceased husband Gordon and I were married on March 29th, it was on the Saturday of Easter weekend.  Like today.

Here is something I partially wrote a couple of years ago, and never got around to posting here on LwL:

A long time ago, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote about how God put the Eagles' song Desperado, on my heart for quite a while.

At first, I couldn't even bring myself to think about the lyrics, because in my subconscious, I already knew what God was telling me.  I suppose I could say I didn't want to face it.  Reality, that is.

The reality is that I was keeping myself locked up in a prison of my own making.  All I really wanted was what I couldn't have.

After I gave Gordon's clothing and dresser away to friends and family, I finally felt like I could think about that song. 

When I finally did allow myself to listen to the song and be fully reminded of the lyrics, I knew that God had been urging me on, to try and live again.  Without Gordon.

How could I do this?  It seemed I didn't know how.

I didn't worry about it.  Instead, I just prayed about it and left it with God.  If there's one thing I know for sure, it is that my Lord, Jesus Christ loves me and will never let me down.

Does this mean that I no longer love my now deceased husband? 

Of course not.  I love him.  But, the reality is that Gordon is dead.  He isn't coming back, no matter how much I want him to.  No matter how much I pray.  No matter how much I cry.  No matter how broken hearted I am. 

My relationship may be over with Gordon, but I know that love never dies.  In my heart, part of me will always love him.

But, it's time to move on. It's time to allow God to heal me fully, so I can try to rebuild a life for myself and learn to live again.

As the lyrics of Desperado say, you better let somebody love you, before it's too late.

Yes, we must allow love into our lives.  Just as I wrote about so long ago, and shared with you, above here.

The most important love, is not on a human level.  The most important love, is of God.

After all, now that I am a widow, He is my husband.

Just as we read in John 15:1, "I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman."

No matter how hard life is, or how lonely life on earth can become, we are truly not alone. 

Yes, He became my husband, once I became widowed.  He takes care of me.  Just as He takes care of all who belong to Him.

If you aren't yet trusting in our Lord, Jesus Christ, then please read the New Testament portion of God's Word, the Bible.  In the book of John, you'll see that you must be born again, in order to be guaranteed to spend eternity in Heaven.

In case you're not aware, to be born again, or saved, you must trust/believe upon our Lord, Jesus Christ for your salvation.

Hopefully, God will touch your heart as you read.  Please, let Him love you.  Before it's too late!

If this happens and you become saved, I'll see you in Heaven, one day.  Just as I'll see my now deceased husband, and other relatives and friends who are there, waiting for me.

Until next time...

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Friday, April 18, 2014

Praise God For Today! Good Friday...

John 19:1-30, "Then Pilate
therefore took Jesus,
and scourged him.
And the soldiers platted a
crown of thorns, and
put it on his head, and
they put on him a purple robe,
And said, Hail, King of the Jews!
and they smote him with their hands.
Pilate therefore went forth again,
and saith unto them, Behold,
I bring him forth to you,
that ye may know that I find no fault in him.
Then came Jesus forth, wearing
the crown of thorns, and the purple robe.
And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the man!
When the chief priests therefore and
officers saw him, they cried out,
saying, Crucify him, crucify him.
Pilate saith unto them,
Take ye him, and crucify him:
for I find no fault in him.
The Jews answered him, We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he was the more afraid;
And went again into the judgment hall, and saith unto Jesus, Whence art thou? But Jesus gave him no answer.10 Then saith Pilate unto him, Speakest thou not unto me? knowest thou not that I have power to crucify thee, and have power to release thee?11 Jesus answered, Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above: therefore he that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin.12 And from thenceforth Pilate sought to release him: but the Jews cried out, saying, If thou let this man go, thou art not Caesar's friend: whosoever maketh himself a king speaketh against Caesar.13 When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he brought Jesus forth, and sat down in the judgment seat in a place that is called the Pavement, but in the Hebrew, Gabbatha.
14 And it was the preparation of the passover, and about the sixth hour: and he saith unto the Jews, Behold your King!
15 But they cried out,
 Away with him, away with him,
crucify him. Pilate saith unto them,
Shall I crucify your King?
The chief priests answered,
We have no king but Caesar.
16 Then delivered he him therefore
unto them to be crucified.
And they took Jesus, and led him away.
17 And he bearing his cross went forth
into a place called the place of a skull,
which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha:
18 Where they crucified him, and two other
with him, on either side one,
and Jesus in the midst.
19 And Pilate wrote a title, and
put it on the cross. And the writing was
 Jesus Of Nazareth The King Of The Jews.
20 This title then read many of the Jews:
for the place where Jesus was crucified
was nigh to the city: and it was
written in Hebrew, and Greek, and Latin.
21 Then said the chief priests of the Jews to Pilate,
Write not, The King of the Jews; but that
he said, I am King of the Jews.
22 Pilate answered, What I have written I have written.
23 Then the soldiers, when they had
crucified Jesus, took his garments,
and made four parts, to every soldier
a part; and also his coat: now the coat was
without seam, woven from the top throughout.
24 They said therefore among themselves,
Let us not rend it, but cast lots for it, whose
it shall be: that the scripture might be fulfilled, w
hich saith, They parted my raiment among them,
and for my vesture they did cast lots.
These things therefore the soldiers did.
25 Now there stood by the cross of Jesus
his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary
the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene.
26 When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and
the disciple standing by, whom he loved,
he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son!
27 Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother!
And from that hour that disciple took her unto
his own home.28 After this, Jesus knowing that
all things were now accomplished, that
the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.
29 Now there was set a vessel full of vinegar:
and they filled a spunge with vinegar, and
put it upon hyssop, and put it to his mouth.
30 When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar,
he said, It is finished: and he bowed
his head, and gave up the ghost."
I praise God that my Lord, Jesus Christ came to earth, to fulfill God the Father's plan of redemption.  Without Him doing this, I... nor you, would have a way of spending eternity in Heaven.
Thank You, Lord!
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Thursday, April 17, 2014

At The End of the Rainbow...

As I discussed yesterday, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), last Saturday was a very special day for me.  My drainage tube, that was causing me much pain, was finally removed.

Then, in the evening, one of my favourite movies was aired on television (TV).  Breakfast at Tiffany's, starring Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard.  Here is a link to read about the movie:'s_(film). 

By the way, it aired again, last evening.  I watched it, again!

In the movie, Audrey Hepburn sings a song that means a lot to me.

Moon River, was written by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer.  Here's a link to read about the song:

Here is a link to Moon River, sung by Audrey Hepburn in the movie, so you can listen and/or sing along:  The lyrics are below.

Moon River

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', i'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

As a human, I believe we are truly after the same rainbow's end.  We all want to have a fulfilled life, filled with love.

I can relate to the movie in a rather different way.  Just as Holly Golightly (Audrey Hepburn) couldn't accept being in love, neither could I, when I was young.

No, our reasons for treating life that way, were not the same.  She was looking to marry a rich person. 

I just didn't think I was loveable.  Didn't think I could be loved, at that time of my life.

This led to my life becoming a mess, for I ended a friendship/relationship, that may have been the best one for me, in my life.

While my life has not always been perfect, I must say that I am grateful to God for loving me.  For being my pot of gold, at the end of the rainbow.

After all, God is love.

Just as we read in 1 John 4:7-10, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins."

How grateful I am that God sent His Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, to come to earth, to be the propitiation for our sins. 

Those of us who love Him, need to love one another, just as God told us.

So, I'm going to love you, by praying for you.  May God bless you, and your life.  And, provide you with eternal salvation... if you don't already have it.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Last Tube Removed!

As I've discussed here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), there are days that are very special to me.  One such day was Saturday, April 12th.  Just a few days ago.

My gut had been hurting big time, for quite a while.  I believed it was partly due to the last of four (4) drainage tubes that had not yet been removed from my body.

Day after day, my pain seemed to increase from the tubing.  And, drainage fluid still measured 200 cc's. 

Sigh...  This meant that the tubing could not be removed, yet.

Then, on Thursday, April 10th, my staples were removed.  I praised God for this. 

After all, I do have an allergy to some metals.  And, even though I hadn't broken out in rashes, I was experiencing much itching all over my torso.

I told my nurse that I thought the staples metal may have been contributing to fluid build up inside me.  She didn't think so. 

When I was young, I had my ears pierced.  Even when I wore earrings made with medical metal, my ears swelled up, and fluid ran down my neck from my ears.

I believe I was right. 

You see, after the staples were removed, the amount of fluid draining was greatly reduced.  Then, last Saturday, the amount was so low, that my nurse was finally able to remove the drain that measured about two (2) feet, inside me!

For this, I praised God!  Over and over!

Being thankful reminded me of Psalm 100:4, "Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name."

As my nurse was leaving, I did the walking up my hallway, the way she had told me to do.  Every step I took, I praised God, both silently, and aloud.

When I returned into my apartment, I actually raised my voice thanking Him.  I praised Him and blessed His Holy name, over and over, and over again.

This was not just another step towards healing.  It was also relief from pain.

Thank You, Lord!  Hallelujah!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

1st Anniversary...

As I mentioned here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday, I like to address special days.

Today, is another special day.  Not really what I would call a celebration day.  Still, it is an important day.

It is the first (1st) year anniversary of the Boston Marathon Bombing.

Here is a link to read about the Boston Marathon Bombing, a year ago:

Here is a link to USA Today's published article entitled, A year later - Boston Marathon bombing still fresh for Boston

On Friday, April 11th, I watched Dateline on NBC, to watch about Remembering the Boston Marathon Bombing a Year Later.  NBC published the show online:

If you read the articles posted above, you'll be aware that many people were injured.  And, some were killed.  Including a young eight (8) year old boy.

I'm grateful to have watched Dateline about remembering the Boston marathon.  It clearly showed that some who were drastically injured, losing limbs, are making the best of life, even now.

Still, I realize that many will suffer for the rest of their lives.  Even if they don't want to. 

Even if they belong to Jesus.

Some will suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).  Here is a link to read about it:

As you may have read in the link above, PTSD affects people after they have experienced serious injury, threat of death, and/or more.

I can relate to those who are suffering.  You see, for years after the collision I was in, while driving a school bus, and being hit by a tractor-trailer driver, I suffered.

Yes, for many years I suffered.  Mainly due to the fact that the Workers' Compensation Board (WCB, now called WSIB) had never told me about the diagnosis, and had never treated me

I suffered, without understanding what it was that was wrong with me.  I only found out many years later, when I ordered a copy of my file.  And, found paperwork in there, confirming this.

While I found it upsetting, realizing that I had been treated negatively, by this time I had placed all my trust in God.  And, am glad I did, for He helped me.

Just as the victims of last year's Boston Marathon need to do, if they haven't yet done so.  Or, anyone suffering from the tragedy of life, that has affected them.

Why?  Because God told us so, in Psalm 118:8, "It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man."

While we sometimes lean towards having total confidence and trust in other people, the fact is that it is better to trust the Lord.  He told us He would never leave us, nor forsake us.  That He would be with us always, even 'til the end of the age.

How grateful I am for this!

How many people will participate in the Boston Marathon this year, either by running in the marathon itself, or by watching on the sidelines, only God knows.  Once it happens on April 21st this year, we'll all be made aware.

I believe in my heart that many will probably participate.  Either by running, or watching.

Probably not just because of their natural desire to do so.  But also, because many will want to stand up and let terrorists, like the Muslim men who were responsible for the bombings, know that they have not won.

For this, I praise God.  And, will continue to pray. 

Certainly, for those affected by last year's attack.  But also, for placing their trust not in man, but in God.

Hopefully, you'll join me in prayer.  May God bless you for doing so.

Until next time...

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Happy Passover!

Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I enjoy discussing special days.  Like today.

Today, is the beginning of Passover.  Here is a link to read about the Jewish holiday... Passover

Passover begins in the evening of Monday, April 14, 2014 and continues until the evening of Tuesday, April 22, 2014.

Please realize that in addition to purely Jewish people celebrating Passover, there are others who do, also.  They are sometimes called, Messianic Jews.  Here is a link to read about Messianic Judaism:

In addition, there are those who are Jewish who have become Christians, and are sometimes called Jewish Christian.  Here is a link to read about Jewish Christians:

Even though both Jews and Christians believe in the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, I pray. 

After all, salvation is only gained by believing upon the Lord, Jesus Christ. 

Some may think I'm confused.  But, I'm not.

Jews trust in Him.  Meaning, the coming Messiah.  Unfortunately, most have not yet understood that the 'coming' Messiah, already came, just over 2,000 years ago!

We who have come to Christ, understand that the Messiah already came.  And, we trust in/believe upon Him.

Just as we read we should do, 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."

Thank You, Lord, for saving me from an eternity in Hell.  Thank You, for Your Word, that reveals Your truth.

I pray for Jews.  Especially, for some of my family members, who are Jewish.  I'm grateful that some of my Jewish relatives have come to Christ.

In addition, I pray for fellow Christians. 

Plus, I pray for all whether they need salvation, or not.

Until next time...

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Mercy Me!

If you know me personally, or have read Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time, you'll know that I would like to go and worship my God. 

Especially, since this is Sonday.  My Lord's Day.  But, I cannot, due to my health and recovery issues.  So, I will worship at home, once again.

In case you're not aware, I am a member on Facebook (FB).

If you are a FB friend of mine, you'll know that from time to time, music is posted by others on my FB wall/timeline.

A friend of mine recently posted a Christian song by the group called Mercy Me entitled, Homesick.  Here is a link to listen and/or sing along:  The lyrics are below.


You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now 

When it was posted on my wall/timeline on FB, I listened and found this song to be beautiful. 

I'd never heard it, before.  But, was glad I was given the link to it.

It reminded me that while life isn't always like how we'd like it to be, God is there for us.  He is there for, and helps those of us, who belong to Him. 

Just as we are told in Psalm 121:2, "My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."

Yes, He gives us the strength and help we need, daily.

How grateful I am that He loves me.  That He helps me.  And, gives me strength in every aspect of my life.

After all, life isn't easy.  But, God is good.

Until next time...

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Saturday, April 12, 2014


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned how my daughter P was picking me up. 

She was taking me to her doctor's office, so I could have my staples removed.  I had been given instructions in writing by my London, Ontario surgeon to do so, here in Windsor.

We arrived at her doctor's office, and found out that there was a mix-up.  Her physician wasn't going to be in, until the afternoon.

She needed to receive an injection, and I needed my staples removed, so we decided to instead have a doctor help us, who was working at the time.

P got her injection.  The physician agreed to have one of their nurses remove my staples.

When the nurse took a look, she was shocked.  I made a joke that I probably had about 100 staples.

She began removing them.

Some didn't hurt.  Some did hurt.  Some were very painfully removed.

In the beginning, she had counted.  After reaching 25, she was only a few inches down from my rib cage.  And, still had to make her way down to my pelvic area.  So, she stopped counting.

It wasn't easy for her.  Nor, for me.

I thanked the nurse and prayed God would bless her. 

After all, I once again had received help I truly needed.  And, I was thankful!

Once again, God provided.  And, I was thankful!

This brought to mind Jeremiah 9:24, "But let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the Lord."

He knows that I give Him all the glory, in every situation.  He knows that I do not accept it, myself.

So, He provides for me, with His loving kindness, whether through others or through circumstances.  And, as this verse tells us, He delights in it.

For this, I praise Him!

Until next time...

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Wow! Amazing!

You're aware if you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL), or if you know me personally, that I am in the process of healing after having major, dangerous surgery.  Surgery that God brought me through.

As I mentioned a few days ago, I went through several days of not feeling well.  This is on top of the pain I've been suffering.

I cannot say that my pain level isn't less.  However, because I am no longer taking narcotics, my pain level still feels very high.  I'm sure you can understand that I do not want to become addicted to anything like morphine.

On Wednesday night, I was truly exhausted.  And, knowing that my daughter P, was supposed to take me to the doctor, to have my staples removed Thursday morning, I wanted to sleep well.  So, I could feel rested by the time I awoke.

Hmmm... it didn't happen.  In fact, I only had less than three (3) hours sleep.

When I got up, I showered and dressed, before heading downstairs to meet P.

Knowing that I am a member of the sauna club in my apartment building, I knew I had to stop off at another floor on my way down.  This way, I could renew my membership.

As I got on the elevator, there was a fellow on board.  I've seen this man around the complex, but do not know him, personally.

I went to push for the floor I needed and found he had already done so.

I asked this man if he was renewing his sauna club membership.  He replied he was.  I asked him if he would take mine and drop it off with his.  He agreed to do so.

I agreed to hold the elevator.  He seemed grateful I did this.

Then, we headed down to the lobby.

I made my way to the short staircase, so I could take my recyclables to the area designated, on our parking levels.  Doing so, I was pulling them in my small, light cart on wheels. 

The fellow asked me if I was going up rather than downstairs, also.  I said I planned to do so, but all of a sudden realized that I did not have the strength to pull open the door, upon my return to the lobby area, because I have no strength, yet.

He replied I shouldn't worry about even doing the stairs, since I was recovering from major surgery.

To my surprise, he took hold of my lightweight cart and lifted up the stairs.  He obviously placed his recyclables along with mine, into the containers.

When he returned a minute later, I thanked him.  And, asked his name.  He told me he is R.

Again, I thanked him and prayed aloud that God would bless him.

Please know that what this man did, truly touched my heart.  Being helped by someone I didn't know personally, was something that I never expected to happen.

Afterwards, he went on his way back up in the elevator to his apartment.  I went to meet with P, at the front door.

Silently, I praised God for giving me grace. 

After all, I hadn't even prayed for His help.  Nor, for help from that fellow I had never been introduced to, in the past.

Yet, He provided for me, by providing through that neighbour, the grace and help that I needed.

Of course, we read in 2 Corinthians 9:8, "And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work:"  So, it's not surprising that God did this.

He provides always for those who belong to Him.  Even when we aren't yet aware we need grace and/or help.

I am truly grateful for this.  And, always will be.

Until next time...

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Prayer Time?!

A couple of days this week, I wrote here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) about watching movies.  In addition, I discussed how one of my uncles looks like Peter Falk.

The strange thing is, that another relative of mine looks like another actor.  My brother, B.

When he was young, so many people thought he looked like Mickey Rooney.  I must say that even though there was a great number of years age difference, even I thought B looked like him.

Even as my brother aged, he still kept reminding me of Mickey Rooney.  I was glad to see Mickey had lived quite a long life.

I was sad to hear that Mickey Rooney died on Sunday, April 6, 2014.   Most people would be familiar with him, but if you aren't, here is a link where you can read about him and see pics:

It's too late to pray for Mickey, now that his life has ended.  For eternity, he will either spend his time in Hell, or in Heaven.  Only God knows for sure. 

Of course, I hope that he believed upon our Lord, Jesus Christ.  For, if he did, he would have been saved from spending eternity in Hell.  And, spend eternity in Heaven, where I would one day be able to meet him.

Just as we read in Acts 16:31, "And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."

It was sad to hear Mickey Rooney's life ended.  But to me, what is even worse, is the fact that my brother B, needs healing.

Within a few weeks, he'll find out if he can be re-added to the kidney transplant list, or not.

As I've said in the past, I am truly grateful to you for praying for healing for me.  Thank you, my friend.  I appreciate your prayer, more than you know.

Now, I must ask you to pray for healing for my brother, B.  I thank you in advance for doing this.  And, may God bless you.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014


For the last couple of days, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) I let you know what had occupied my time over the weekend.

In addition to this, I spent much time resting, sleeping, and most especially, in the washroom.

It wasn't easy over the 4 days of suffering that I spent, making my way to the toilet.  Yuch!

Of course, my pain level wasn't good, either.

Please know that if I were continuing to use the narcotic drugs, my pain would be a lot less.  But, there's no way I want to continue on those drugs that could lead to an addiction problem.

By Monday evening, I was truly feeling at my lowest.

I prayed to my Lord, my Great Physician, for whom all things are possible.  I asked for relief.  For healing.  For rest.  And, for mercy.

He answered my prayer.

I spend most of the day in bed on Tuesday.  Except for when I had to get up and go to the washroom.  Or, when my back ached and I sat for a while in my recliner... and slept.

By the time I forced myself to get up, it was about 4:20 p.m.  About an hour before my nurse was due to arrive.

I praise God for the mercy He showed me.  But then, His mercy endures forever.

Just as we read in 2 Chronicles 7:3, "And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever."

Thank You, Lord, for helping me.  For providing for me.  For your mercy towards me.  And, for the rest I received.

Today, I am feeling improved. 

Certainly, I am not yet ready to run a marathon.  But, I know I will be able to endure, because of my Lord, and how He loves me.

Until next time...

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