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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


My scary moments last week…

I was inspired to write this post because of a post I read today by Levi Thetford at:

Levi’s Daily Thoughts

Last week I traveled to Baltimore, Maryland for a 3-day mandatory training conference for work.

I arrived at the airport a little before 8:00 am, and didn’t eat anything except a package of crackers and tomato juice until I arrived at the hotel around 3:30 Monday afternoon. With no immediate plans, I was on my own, so my daughter suggested I walk the 4-5 blocks to Five Guys to purchase a burger and fries for an early dinner.

It seemed to take forever, even with my daughter, who was 700 miles away, trying to follow her GPS and direct me to the restaurant. When she assured me I was in the right area, I finally asked someone on the sidewalk, who told me I was at the right building and I just needed to walk upstairs to find it.

After purchasing my burger and fries, I headed back to the hotel. I hadn’t been nervous walking down to the Inner Harbor, but heading back I began to feel anxious… I tried to walk fast, but the city blocks were long and I had to cross many intersections. Finally I arrived at the hotel, took the elevator up to the 9th floor and got to my room. After getting ice from the ice machine, I settled in my room for the evening and prepared to enjoy my meal.

The next evening, after a day spent in workshops, our group headed down to the Inner Harbor to attend a dinner cruise. Much of the time there were thunderstorms, but we experienced a beautiful rainbow afterwards. From the top of the ship, we could follow the rainbow from one end, up the sky and down to the other end – how amazing the works of God! We arrived back at the dock just before 10:00 pm. This time the group didn’t return to the hotel together, but broke off into many groups. I ended up walking back alone somehow…

I now know this was more than just a little dangerous, but that thought didn’t occur to me until I was more than halfway to the hotel, when a couple of men crossed the street and followed me. Knowing I was helpless, but I serve a powerful God, I began quietly saying/singing “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus”… and I wasn’t surprised to find that the men had disappeared when I looked back a few minutes later.

When I posted a message about it on facebook, an online friend came back with, “You just gave me a heart attack! I don’t even go down there during the day anymore. It’s too dangerous!”

I thank God for His protection. I don’t think God wants us to tempt Him with going into dangerous situations, but this was something unplanned and unexpected. I am so grateful that He goes with me everywhere I go!

Two days later, I found myself in an even scarier, more dangerous situation – one that I had no control over and no way to escape!

The super shuttle was late picking me up and the last workshop was cut short because of bad weather, so things were a bit tense. There were just five passengers… the driver up front; on the middle seat was a man returning home to England after working in the states for 4 years and me (I was returning to Tennessee); in the rear was a man and his wife (she had attended the same training) who were returning to Tennessee. Just after we headed for the airport, the man sitting beside me turned around to ask the woman sitting behind him to stop making so much noise… she had pulled out a bag of snacks and it appeared the crunching sounds from her chewing and the crinkling sound from the bag and candy wrappers were aggravating him.

It is likely that everyone was already on edge, with the bad weather, the heavy traffic and the prospect of arriving too late to the airport and missing flights. Whatever it was, when the woman refused to stop, but told him to turn around and stop telling her what to do, things quickly exploded!

Immediately the situation became violent! The man sitting next to me, the woman and her husband (sitting behind us), were all shouting insults and harsh threats at each other! The only thing I could think of to do was to pray… I prayed the entire time this was going on! Finally, during a lull for a few seconds, I asked the driver how long it would take us to reach the airport. We engaged in conversation for a few minutes, then I turned to the man beside me.

I think asked him where he was headed… this is when he told me about working here and returning to England. I kept chatting with him, hoping to distract him from the couple in the rear. He was very polite to me – and apologized to me for his bad language and what had taken place. We chatted about England, Ireland, and Australia. I mentioned that I was looking forward to getting home to my family, especially my grandchildren. We didn’t stop talking until we reached the airport terminal. I wished him a safe journey home and he said the same to me.

I’m hoping that I was a Christian witness to this man. I try to be mindful of this in the way I dress (everything covered that should be covered meaning a shirt with sleeves and long skirt or dress, and even the material being modest), the way I speak (no bad language or gossip, and watch out for ungodly, negative or criticizing words), and the way I act (no flirting, haughty or argumentative attitude).

There are rude, ignorant people everywhere… no where are we safe anymore. But if we trust God in every situation – and we behave in an honorable way – I believe God will keep us safe.

Oh, that we could in all things live by faith, then should we be delivered in all time of danger! No one ever did trust in the Lord in vain, and no one ever shall.
— Charles Spurgeon

God bless you!


Moving to another town…

We recently made a visit to our “old” hometown…

I had thought it would take years to get acclimated to a new area, and it’s possible if we had moved thousands of miles away that we would have had a harder time adjusting, but the fact is, the area around us isn’t much different than where we previously lived.

Driving down the highway, heading to Walmart, my daughter points out areas that seem familiar, such as the drive out to Oak Ridge.

A drive to our favorite stores at Indian Lake in Hendersonville reminds us of the Turkey Creek shops in the Farragut area.

Even driving to work makes me think of driving through Clinton or Halls Crossroads, heading towards downtown Knoxville. Getting off the exit at I-65 to Rosa Parks is as familiar as getting off I-40/I-75 at West Town Mall.

So it’s only been a few weeks in our new town, but we already feel right at home!

We feel so blessed to still have our beloved mountains… and the only thing we seemed to have lost is the humidity we had in Knoxville.

we don’t miss that at all !!!

God bless you and have an amazing day!

You can’t go home again… or can you?

According to Thomas Wolfe, you can’t go home again…

Does this saying ring true?

I am ten years from retirement… and I’ve never lived farther than two hours from home… until now.

Born and raised in Knoxville, I left the first time to follow my husband to Tazewell, and a few years later to Morristown… then he left us.

A year after he left, I packed up my home and headed back home (to Knoxville).

After my DAD passed away, I knew Knoxville had ceased to be “home”.

Soon after praying for God’s guidance, I heard about a job – a really great opportunity – and I applied, and was chosen, for the position.

So now we live in Nashville (more than three hours from “home”)… and when we drove to Knoxville two weeks ago for a music lesson, it was a comfortable drive, but it didn’t feel like home anymore.

As a matter of fact, it felt so much more like home… the closer we got to our “new” home. There’s no one and nothing in Knoxville waiting for us, except for the grandchildren’s wonderful music teacher, who we’ll visit as often as we can.

So I guess you can go home again.

Maybe it just depends on where home is…

My home really isn’t here anyway. My home is with my HEAVENLY FATHER… the place where my MOM and DAD and SISTER are… and other family members and friends are waiting for me.

This world is not my home I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore…

Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

God bless you.


Why is traveling harder the older we get?

When I was 18… I could ride/drive 10-12 hours, stopping only for food, fuel, and restroom breaks. When I arrived I would jump out of the car, ready for sun and fun!

Now if I drive (or even ride) for 3-4 hours, not only do I stop twice to rest and stretch out the kinks (in addition to the other items mentioned above) but I arrive feeling like I’ve put in 12 hours of hard, manual labor at a rock quarry!

And I don’t rest well… NEVER. I decided yesterday I’d never stay overnight anywhere again without my own pillow!

That’s not an insult to where we stayed – it was wonderful… clean, quiet, great food, wonderful hospitality!

But the past several years I seem to have more and more neck/back pain, which seems to only be helped by a gel pillow I bought a few months ago.


So I’ve put aside a bag that it fits in and from now on, it’ll be at the top of my packing list.

This pillow has made a vast improvement, with much less neck/back pain, headaches, and more restful sleep. A bonus is the coolness it exudes in the summer months. In the cold months, I merely turn it over, so the colder gel is on the bottom (away from my head).


The question you are wondering is… if it helps so much, why didn’t I take it on my weekend trip?

I don’t know. I guess I thought I’d be okay for just one night.

I thought wrong…

Next time, it goes with me.

God bless you and good night.

25 Days of Christmas – Day 6


Thank Goodness it’s FRIDAY!… and even more important…


Tonight is the 2013 Christmas Parade!

Now don’t be thinking that I’m crazy about Christmas and never miss the parade. I really am pretty crazy about Christmas, but I’m thinking the last parade we attended was about 5-6 years ago (I remember my grandchild being in a stroller!) so obviously we don’t go to see the parade very often.

For one thing, it’s very cold… and windy! And this year it will be raining, too. So we haven’t decided whether we will attempt it or not, but if we go, I’m sure no matter how cold or wet it is, we can have a good time – if we choose to.

Most people make the choice to have a good time… or not. It’s not the weather, or location, or time, or the cost – it’s your attitude. If you enjoy being with your family, smiling and joking and having fun, you will. If you’d rather complain, whine and gripe, well that’s a choice too (yuck).

It’s easier sometimes to see the dark side, or problems. But it’s better to make the effort to see the good in things, and even if it’s hard to find, good can be found in everything. I’m pretty sure the Bible says something like that, and if the Bible says it, I believe it.

So go read my review of A Simple Amish Christmas by Vanetta Chapman. She’s a wonderful author. Then look for the sequel, The Christmas Quilt (be careful, there are lots by that name, but only one by Vanetta Chapman). You can find my review HERE.

I want to thank all those who follow (or check out) my blog. I’m really new at this and I so appreciate all the encouragement and support I’ve received. If I could give each of you a hug, I would… but I don’t think that’s possible at the moment, so maybe you could take time to go find someone special to you and give them a hug!

Enjoy your Friday… and the rest of the weekend. I’ll be back tomorrow.

God bless you, truly bless you, this Christmas season.

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