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How long does it take to stop missing someone…

Forty long years ago, on Tuesday, March 16, 1976, I woke at 5am, only to discover that my mother was called home — just a few minutes before I woke.

I miss you, mom



I was eighteen — and so not ready to lose my mom.


Several months before I was born, my mom almost died.  The doctors all thought she would die before I was born.  Even worse, they tried to convince my mom to terminate the pregnancy — me — because they were certain that I wouldn’t live — or that I would be born with physical or mental disabilities — if I lived long enough to be born.

They also told her the chances were great that she wouldn’t live long enough to see my birth, and that we would both die.

But she refused. She told them it was in God’s hands.

I guess God had plans for me, because I was born on April 30th — a healthy, baby girl — and a miracle baby, according to those doctors.

These same doctors then proceeded to tell us that with a serious heart condition, and unable to withstand surgery, that she could leave us at any time. This was probably true, as she was always weak, with lots of problems, most of them occurring because of the heart condition.

But my mom was a praying mom . . . and she told me when I was seventeen that she had prayed since first being hospitalized, asking God to allow her to live long enough to raise her children. I was the youngest.

God granted her request.


God called my mom home after my eighteenth birthday. She was there to see me graduate high school, but I had only one more Christmas with my mom.

It was time. God told her, “It’s done. Now it’s time to come home.”

Mothers are special . . . I’ll always miss my mother.

Someday soon I’ll see her again. I’ll join her, and my dad, when God says, “It’s time to come home” to me.

Is it okay if I ask for your prayers? For those who’ve gone — and those who are left behind.




© 2016 DJ Mynatt


My scariest moment driving in Nashville…


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Time to stop!

Yesterday as I was driving to work, the traffic light ahead of me turned yellow.

Now, to be clear, I wasn’t speeding – or even going that fast, unless you call 40 mph fast (and I don’t). AND… I was going downhill, in a big, heavy truck, so when I saw the light change, I automatically moved to begin braking – to stop.

But I didn’t…

I didn’t stop.

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The truck kept going…

Instead, it seemed like I was barely tapping the brakes — and there was a shudder that I’m having trouble describing.

I was petrified!

Eventually it slowed to a stop — way past the line painted on the road, showing where to stop. As a matter of fact, I went so much farther, I had landed a few feet in the intersection.

But I was stopped… whew!

As the cars zoomed past my front fender, I had to decide what to do when the traffic light turned green… do I try to drive on to work, or pull over? Should I try to get back home?

I decided to drive on to work, since I was just a few miles away. I drove very slowly, using the brakes very little, but it seemed like they were working.

Once I arrived, I related my experiences to my co-workers, asking for advice as to where to take my truck for repairs. The most helpful advice I got was from a man who had had the same experience — the same day — on the same road.

He said I had probably hit the brakes a little harder than usual, and (or) had hit a slick patch on the road, which caused the automatic braking system (ABS) to react. He explained that it did this to keep the truck from sliding out of control (or into a spin).

This made sense, so I decided to try it again.

I left work early, to avoid the heavy traffic, and headed home. No braking problems. None at all.

So now I know… but you can be certain that in the future, I’ll be more careful when it’s raining. I do NOT want to relive that experience again.

God bless you!


Blogpost © 2016 Donna J Mynatt

It’s time to merge blogs…

After some serious debate, I have made the decision to merge my family blog with my author blog.

I think posting to just one blog will be less confusing — and simpler. It’s probably going to take a few weeks to merge my posts; please bear with me.

I LOVE MY READERS! Please follow me at: DJ Mynatt-Inspirational Author.

God bless you!


© 2015 DJ Mynatt

Bad days for good boys!

What do you do with a little boy who argues… and grumbles… and complains… ?


You appreciate his artistic endeavors… his wisdom… his kindness, good manners and loving ways!

You don’t ignore his bad behavior, but you try to remember how hard it can be growing up.

You pray for him after he falls asleep at night and before he wakes up in the morning.


Love him — and make sure he knows it!

God bless you!



Copyright © 2013-2015 DJ Mynatt

Trip to St Louis

I went to St Louis this past Wednesday, and by Thursday I had a tickle in my throat, which turned into a cough.

By Saturday, I was ready for home… and my own bed.

It’s funny how I get excited about traveling… the conference, vacation, or visit is almost always enjoyable (sometimes even the drive), but the stay in a motel/hotel is usually less than desirable.

Have you had the same experience?

What do you like most (and least) about traveling?

God bless!

Times of testing…

If you read yesterday’s post, you will remember that I felt defeated because we had used several precious family hours watching movies (with inappropriate costumes and language).

Today was . . . weird mostly. It seemed like at every turn, something unexpected would happen…

For example, we left the motel on time. We drove straight to the Hyatt with no problems; as a matter of fact we had time to spare, so we decided to drive around the area, stopping for breakfast along the way.

First, the GPS took us 7-8 miles away, but when we arrived there was no restaurant!

After finding a substitute place, we headed back to the Hyatt…



Then we got lost…


3 times!

I know it was partly my fault, but that dumb ole GPS is at fault, too.

There were too many times we followed it exactly but there were too many times we had to detour or the directions were unclear.

Finally, heading back once again, the truck jerked a few times, sounding and feeling like it was about to quit. At that point, I started praying… a LOT!

We figured it could be a fuel problem, and the gauge was getting close to the big “E”… so we tried to find a fuel station… in town.

After 3-4 tries, including one scary trip down a one-way street (yep, going the wrong way) we found one.

Of course it can’t end this easily…

While there, I noticed a low tire. Par for the course, they sold air, but the hose was missing!

I told my daughter to forget it for now and take us to the hotel.


The room is clean, cool and quiet. It’s on the 16th floor – my daughter and grandson are afraid of heights, but the only option given was to move to the 14th floor, so we stayed where we were.

We are determined to have a successful, happy trip; instead of letting all this ruin our trip, we decided to find the humor in it… believe me, there’s a lot we found to laugh about!

My daughter is at her conference, the grand kids have showered and are in bed, and it’s time for me to retire.

Goodnight and God bless!


Daily failings…

Tonight I feel like I failed my family…


See, our family (even the little kids) decided years ago that there wasn’t much on television worth watching.

Although there were a few shows/networks that promoted good, the commercials during these shows promoted bad!

Indecency, immorality… well, you know what I’m talking about…

And we’ve done well. We still play an occasional video, but we’re pretty choosy what we watch.

So what happened today, after driving 5+ hours, when we get to the motel, unpack… and turn on the television. I can’t even blame the others; I did it.

Of course a movie would be playing that we had seen previews for but had never seen… so we watched it.

Then a movie came on that we had seen, but everyone liked, so we watched it, too.


There it is…

Four hours wasted!

I say wasted because the commercials seemed especially bad; there was violence, bad language, nudity, zombies… and that’s just a few of the complaints.

Did we spend quality time together at some point?

1) Bible study – no.
2) Family prayer – no.
3) Just talking – no.

3 strikes – I struck out!

My plan for tomorrow… resist the desires of the flesh and unplug the television (until we leave on Sunday)!

Pray for us, dear friends. Lift us up to Heaven. Ask for wisdom and strength to…


God bless you.

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