I'm remembering another special experience now that I'd also be happy to share. Funnily enough, like another one Judy posted earlier, it involves Bracknell... A few years ago, I was living just outside Reading in Berkshire and had just got a car of my own for the first time, thanks to friends who'd sold me their old one. I was taking my time and practising driving it, as it was quite some years since I'd last driven a manual car and this one wasn't the world's easiest to handle. I was also needing to get used to driving in Britain. (In Australia, where I learned to drive, we drive on the same side of the road as the UK, but our roads do tend to be straighter and wider and with less traffic in general.) Anyway, once I was comfortable driving around the local streets, I felt it was time to venture further afield, so one evening after work, I planned to drive over to Bracknell and back, using the short stretch of motorway. All was going fine until I came to the rather complicated series of roundabouts leading up to the motorway. (It's called Winnersh Triangle... anyone who's tried driving through it will know what I mean. ) I managed to get into the correct lane each time, but all of a sudden, coming around the final roundabout, I was hit out of nowhere by a terrifying panic attack — something I'd never experienced before, certainly not while driving. For several moments, I felt like I was on the verge of losing control of the car and crashing. Somehow, though, I got up onto the motorway. The worst of the attack had passed by this time and I could think again, but I was still just about shaking with fear, and being on a motorway, I had nowhere safe to pull up and stop. So I just had to drive very slowly in the left hand lane (probably just about on the hard shoulder much of the time) until I reached Bracknell and parked in a side street. By this time I felt like I really could NOT go back the way I'd come — I was just too scared, even though I knew very well the fear was completely irrational. But it just seemed to be taking over my thinking completely. I could have tried going home by the quieter back roads (I didn't have sat nav then, but had the county road atlas with me), but I knew deep down I had to confront this silly fear and go back on the motorway. I made myself turn the car around and head back the way I came, but chickened out just before the motorway and pulled into a filling station car park instead. I was still shaking and almost crying with fear, wishing like anything that I wasn't alone and had someone to take over the driving. But I didn't, and yet I felt in no fit state to go any further. What if, with all this near panicking, I really did lose my nerve and crash the car? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became... it was fast becoming a vicious cycle. The situation needed prayer, I knew deep down, but I felt like I just couldn’t get my thoughts clear enough to even listen for God’s voice, let alone hear it. Somewhere in the midst of all this, I went fumbling in my bag for some reason and found a CD I'd bought a while earlier and hadn’t yet listened to — an album of hymns by a local singer and composer. That seemed like an answer of some sort, so I slipped it into my car’s stereo. The first few songs were ones I knew, which did make me feel a little calmer, but then came one I hadn’t heard before. It was a setting of a poem called "Lullaby for a Child", which describes how God says to all the sleeping birds, lambs, flowers and children: "I am loving, while you sleep in bed or nest or fold, all My darlings; every one in My arms I hold. I am loving while you sleep, softly now and still, every flower and bird and lamb and you, My child, as well..." (You can read the whole poem here: http://sentinel.christianscience.com/shared/view/2n2rl5zn48k?s=e) Well, of course I wasn't sleeping at the time, but I had tears flowing down my face as I listened... I just felt so closely held and loved by my Father-Mother God. All that fear was completely gone, just lifted off me, and I knew it wasn't coming back — it had never been my real thinking in the first place. Once the music had finished, I re-started the car, headed back to the motorway and drove home with no trouble at all, singing hymns and thanking God all the way! I've done plenty more driving since then, in many different parts of Britain, and have never had another panic attack while at the wheel, but I've often remembered that experience and what I learned of how fear has no real power at all — and how much God loves me and everyone.