TIME FOR A PEP TALK

by Shauna Brown 

     Ever since I can remember music has played an important part of my life. The love of music has been passed down throughout generations in my family lines. There is an everlasting pulsation of music in my veins. 

     My uncle Glen, who I never knew, was said to be able to play every instrument. In fact, he was so good he was asked to join John Phillip Souza and his famous band. My Grandfather George Van Wagenen played the violin and taught his daughters to play.  Great Grandfather Johnson was skilled in playing the dulcimer.  My sister Miriam is a concert pianist. All of my brothers were taught to play the trumpet by their father. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, everyone sharing in the joy of music. Growing up I heard stories of my father and his brothers playing in dance bands and marching in the parades. Yet, some of my most favorite music memories took place in our small living room. I can see my father standing by the upright piano, playing his trumpet while mother accompanied him. Melodies were a main stay in our home.  I loved sitting by the side of my mother while she played the piano and we sang together.  

    There was a moment in my musical background that I must share. As I believe it holds a profound story of worth.

     One Sunday I was sitting beside my father during church. It was a rare moment, as my father was usually was sitting on the stand in a leadership capacity. Having him sit with his family on the bench was a treat. I was nine or ten years of age at the time. 

      Mother and daddy both had lovely singing voices.  Mother was a soprano.  I thought I would try complimenting their voices by testing my skill at singing the alto part of the hymn.  I was blending pretty well I thought, that was until my father leaned over and whispered, “You’re singing flat.”  Embarrassed, I recoiled, and stopped singing. My tender self image withered with his subtle, simple, comment. 

     Now remember, I came from a family filled with musical talent and my first venture into my personal unknown  (alto ) was crushing. Talk about having fragile feelings.  So accompanying a very stubborn streak I vowed not to sing around my father ever again. 

     Gratefully, various opportunities were extended to me and I continued singing.  Eventually I  was ‘discovered’ by a choir teacher, Gordon Quigley, at Irving Jr. High.  I was selected to sing with the Elite Eight and from that moment on I loved the stage.  Girls Glee, Accapella, Mixed Choirs, Seminary Ensemble, quartets, duets, plays and productions filled my life.  

      In college I was blessed to sing with the Sounds of Freedom and the BYU Young Ambassadors. I loved, loved singing. 

      It was during that period of my life when I had my own ah ha moment. 

      I was preparing to travel to the Orient to perform for our soldiers as part of the USO. ( No, Bob Hope wasn’t with us ) Prior to leaving, my group of twelve singers were asked to give a farewell performance.  I invited my parents to attend.  Joining my parents in the audience after, my father looked most pleased and quite surprised. He made a most revealing comment,  “Shauna, I didn’t know you sang solos.”  He was thrilled and was filled with complements, he was clearly happy.  That’s when I felt the instant feeling of ‘regret’ crack my heart.  I realized then, that I had been the one who had held back the moments when we, together, could have enjoyed many more musical ovations of life. 

         Today I watch as my own children and grandchildren venture out into their own world of possibilities. Some of them dance around the stage floor, while others prance across the soccer field. Violin has found a home and heart to one, while art is enjoyed by another. Writing and creative works of wonder are discovering fertile places to grow, as artistic talents are joining the parade of possibilities.  Hopefully, I am learning to be supportive and positive around so many delicate seedlings, realizing, we are all in different stages of development. Some of us have fragile roots, while others have tender tendrils reaching upward. We need to be careful as to what we say. We truly need to watch what words come forth from our lips. I’m sure my father had no idea that his few words had impacted me in such a way.   I’m just grateful that God didn’t allow me to let my love of music wither or fade. 

       “A word once uttered can never be recalled.”

                       ~ Charles Horace Mayo

      So have your pom poms ready. Practice the cheers and compliments that build. Be genuine and look for the good. Love one another and be builders. Take time for pep talks, as we all need them. 

    There are enough people in the world that stand ready with hammers and scar-castic tongues to destroy dreams.

    We must be ready and eager to give daily standing ovations and generous pats on the back. 

Have a fabulous sabbath!

Love always

Shauna

               Picture Perfect!

by Shauna Brown

     Yesterday, was the day  selected and circled for family pictures.  We had tried to juggle schedules of everyone to have the picture taken when the leaves were ripe upon the trees - autumn wonders.  However, between Nutcracker rehearsals, performances, baby births, work schedules, Bishop’s interviews, team practices those autumn pictures just didn’t happen.  So finally, yesterday we made the best of the rain and cold wind.  As I  took a look out the window, there for a brief moment  were beautiful clouds and a blue, blue sky.  The sun peeked out and sent out beams of light. I had renewed hope, and thought for a minute we could squeeze a few good pictures into our preferred outdoors. Too bad,  as the rains came down and washed that dream away.      So, thanks to Brooke and Dan we made their home the staging of our family pictures.  I found a new sense of joy while I watched as each of the family  arrived.  There is something in the 'gathering' that generates appreciation and gratitude. 

     I giggled as I watched 13 grandchildren try to line up in a row along the staircase.  Each one so different, so picture perfect in my eyes. True to form and historical remembering they tried to duplicate those frustrating moments of their parents in years past. Chapin wouldn’t put down his toy hammer, and Paige wanted to see the dog outside. Cam wanted to play with Jamison more than pose for a picture.  It all reminded me when Rick and I  tried to get our little Scotty to sit still for just a minute.  Or to get Kristin to stop pulling the ribbons out of her hair. Equally fun was a familiar scene watching parents 'peek-a-boo' behind the photographer. What we will do to generate a  smile. This common practice has probably occured for generations now.  

     Isn’t it amazing just how rigid a children can get when you want them to simply sit or stand still for ‘just a minute’ ?  True to form we once again had those *[unposeable ] children, while others instinctively want to be in the spotlight.  I smiled more yesterday, as I reflected and wished I had a few more pictures of our children caught while wiggling and crying.  You see, not all moments of life are picture perfect. 

      Our family photographer and good friend, Lindsay Ross,  encouraged smiles by clicking a little toy and saying the typical phrase:  “say cheese,” sausage. . .”     Then, after most of the pictures were taken she gathered the family together for one last group shot . Lindsay,  trying to evoke another smile from wiggly, tired bodies she said, “Say Brittany’s pregnant!”  We all stumbled over the words not knowing if she spoke truth, or just wanted a reaction. I’m sure the reflected look wasn’t just of smiles, but of surprise. I can hardly wait to see that picture and that frozen pose for all posterity. 

 

         After the click there arose such a clatter....

   A ripple was felt - great news - greatest matter!

Another sweet child to add to the clan 

I’m sure you can feel just how grateful I am.

    Oh, it may have been raining, cold and grey clouds, but it such a wonderful time to rejoice in gathering as a family, as well as receiving the great announcement-- it was our family's silver lining! Truly Heavenly Father was pouring out another blessings upon our little Sunshine Factory. 

    So you see, this day I want to express my gratitude to a very loving Father in Heaven for sending some of his most precious and hand-picked children to live within our home and heart. I frequently look into the faces of my grown children and rejoice that I have the privilege of being their earthly mother. I have learned so much from each one of them. I am grateful that God granted a wish of my heart, I wanted to be a mother.  God promised-- I would have a hearth filled with family -- and yesterday I saw it for myself.  Equally as important he has given me the gift to see and feel of their divine worth and purpose.  

     May we all gather together this Thanksgiving and count our blessings. 

Click those camera’s and enjoy those [ unposable]  moments - God does! 

Enjoy the sabbath!

Love to all,

Shauna

* No such word as 'unposable' in the dictionary-- It's mine!       Unposable Possibilities!  ;)

                 Basket Full of Blessings

by Shauna Brown 

As a child I loved growing up in a family that was centered upon gospel teachings. At a very early age I was taught gratitude for a loving Father in Heaven and his son, Jesus Christ.  Through the examples I had placed before me, my family, I thrived in the best of growing conditions. I was nurtured as well as spoiled being the youngest of six children, as I clearly had worthy examples to follow.  I believe with full heart that Family is a gift and blessing of God. 

     A good friend of mine shared recently a tradition that her family has enjoyed for years. They take each day during the month of November to share and count their blessings.  'A Month of Thanksgiving.' I love the idea. So this day might I too begin sharing.  I’m sure I have more than a month full, but it will be a great start for my gratitude journal.  Please note these are not in any significant or value order. 

     November 1  

     I am thankful for my eyes. Eyes that are an incredible creation of God. Eyes that clearly are 

windows of the soul. Eyes that allow me to see. I grew up learning that my Grandpa Van Wagenen was blind. I tried to imagine living in his darkness.  Later in my life I learned to appreciate my sight even more as I watched my mother try to read and write with the aid of a large magnifying glass. Treasured words they were, as she struggled to read and write line upon line.  

                     “Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, 

              and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content”   

~ Helen Keller 

      November 2

     I am thankful for hands. Hands that can hold a newborn child, or squeeze a tube of toothpaste. Hands that stir the batter, and tenderly  hair. Hands that lead the melodies. Hands that wipe away the tears and hold a tender soul. Hands that reach out to another. Hands that speak when tongue cannot.

Hands as tools of creation. 

                     “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, 

for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:

                          it is the time for home.”  ~ Edith Sitwell

      November 3

     I am thankful for light. Even the smallest of a candle flicker brings warmth to my spirit. One little star in the farthest part of heaven- gives me comfort in knowing God is well aware of me. Light that awakens the world each day, and kisses me goodnight. Light to know that God is and will be forever. I know that each of us is a light unto another. 

                                 “All the darkness in the world cannot 

                                 extinguish the light of a single candle.” 

~ St. Francis of Assisi

      November 4

     I am thankful for Sundays. From my earliest memories Sundays were my favorite day of the week. Perhaps it was because of our Sunday dinners as a family. I can almost smell Mama’s roast beef, or Leg of lamb. In fact, I could smell dinner  cooking at least a block away from church.  Anticipation in watching the potatoes whipped to perfection, then topped with melting butter. Yuummm.   Of course there were special Sunday clothes and shoes just meant for Sunday wearing. Sundays were meant to be different.  I smile as Sundays are still my favorite day of the week.  A day in which I rejoice in knowing that God wanted this day set apart with sacred remembering. A day meant to worship, to renew covenants, to partake of sacred emblems and to offer prayers of gratitude.    

        “Anybody can observe the Sabbath, but making it holy 

             surely takes the rest of the week. ” 

~ Alice Walker

      I see clearly that my basket will be more than overflowing with gratitude and thanksgiving, and I’ve only focused on a few days. Imagine if we all took a moment to count our blessings one by one. I realized that our blessings will be varied and yet from our focus we will ultimately rejoice in realizing just how much God is mindful of each of us. 

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; 

         and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” 

          ~ G.K. Chesterton!

Enjoy this Sabbath ... and take a few moments and start filling up your gratitude basket. 

It just might surprise you what the Lord has done.

Just so you don't forget - I count YOU among my blessings.  

Love Shauna

              Trick or Treat

     

by Shauna Brown 

     I can hear my mother give instructions, “Now save one of your Snicker candy bars for me.”   

     For years my older brothers, Michael and Robert, were my Halloween companions as we enjoyed our moments of “Trick or Treating” together.  Being the little sister I found myself running hard just to keep up the pace as we ran from house to house gathering up the treats. We always knew who gave out the best candy and we went there first. We gathered candy  until the house lights went out, or the candy ran out, or our bags were just too heavy to carry.  We arrived home with a bounty proud.  Finding our corner of the room we would then empty the contents from our pillowcases. The piles of candy bars, suckers, apples, tootie rolls, packs of gum, lifesavers and an assortment of others were such a prize.  Oh, such fun to see all that had been bestowed and stuffed into those deep and welcoming bags. For a few minutes there was a routine swapping for the favorites.  “I’ll give you five tootie rolls for one Snickers .”  “Here, I don’t like Mars, you can have mine.”       

   Mother and daddy stood by looking upon the vast collection of sugar enhancements.  They smiled, “Hey, don’t forget -- Snickers Candy Bar, or Butterfinger?” Fully knowing we would gladly toss one their direction. Their anticipated smiles were well worth the sacrifice.  

     Almond Joys,  Mars, Three Musketeers, Neccos, M&M’s,  Bit-o-Honey, Snickers, Nibs, Life Savers, Babe Ruth, Pixie Sticks, Bazooka Bubble Gum to name just a few.There was more than enough to  make the taste buds stand ready. 

     I recall one Halloween as we were standing on a porch yelling out “Trick or Treat” to the top of our lungs  when  Brother Don Harris, my Sunday School teacher, invited our little band of candy grabbers into his home. We circled the living room. 

    “OK, what's your trick? “ He asked.  I didn’t get it--a trick?   I wasn’t the only one who looked surprised with his request. “Trick or Treat?” He smiled. I could clearly see he wasn’t about to hand over any portion of his loaded bowl filled with candy.  

      “Well?” he said looking for a response.  “I want a trick, and then I’ll give a treat.”  I looked at Bro Harris differently,as he smiled. He was pulling the trick on us.  He giggled and grabbed some candy and we were on our way.

     Let me spin my cobweb of thought for this Sunday sharing.

      Sometimes do we feel we are given a life trick or trial?

     My mother once said, 

Challenges and trials are but a compliment from God. 

How we accept those compliments is key to our progression. 

    Sometimes when I have been faced with a challenge, trick or trial, I have thought of it as unkind, such an unexpected, unwarranted surprise, much like Brother Harris’s request.  I never considered those moments to be welcomed as a compliment. When faced with such a compliment, I like many of you have questioned what I was doing wrong? Why now? Why me? How come? Why this challenge? Wasn’t I living a good life? Wasn’t I trying to be that ready and useable instrument for God’s good?  I didn't want it. indeed I felt it was a trick and trial.

    Each of us are caring around an earthly pillowcase of possibilities, and are eager to return home and dump out the contents and see what it holds.

     I also know the home, the place, which give the best treats, eternal ones. Sometimes I forget to go there first. For therein we will find the pieces of peace individually wrapped. The giver has bowls filled and overflowing, bags ready with everlasting gifts of love, forgiveness, charity, comfort, and believe me I have found that ‘home’ most willing to welcome.

     Now looking back upon some of my life’s challenging tricks,  I realize that which I thought was at first unnecessary roughness, a mean trick, was like Mama said, "A compliment", a gift, a morsel of sweetness given for my growth and development. I now consider those individually wrapped compliments -- a blessing. I have learned and continue to realize that this life is going to be filled with tricks and treats, highs and lows, peace and conflicts, light and darkness.  

     From house to house, moment to moment we all will experience having to carry around some heavy bags.    There will be those times when we wish we could swap out one experience for another one. ‘Here, you can have this one back.’ ‘My bag is all ready full.’  "I'll give you three of mine for one of yours,"  ‘I don’t like. . . 

     Then at some point in time we each will empty out our hearts and see all that was given. All the compliments and the way in which we received them. It will all be set before us. Our life will be defined by such a moment and we will see clearly and know: 

      Chocolate is but a momentary pleasure.

Enjoy your Sabbath and Your Eternal Treats.

Shauna

                     Sip and Slip

by Shauna Brown 

       I giggled  up a memory just now as I put on my black silky slip. Memories are a gift from God to make us reflect upon a moment of learning. Sometimes even to generate another giggle. 

    The following experience happened several years ago when I was serving in a leadership church calling. It was going to be a full day of giving talks at three different wards.  

    Earlier I had been spending  time in the preparation in writing the different talks and found myself rushing about to get ready. As I pulled on my slip that morning I felt an impression that the elastic in my slip was becoming weak.  I even had the impression that perhaps I should wear another slip.  I remember looking at the clock and made the quick decision to ‘girl up my loins’ and fresh courage take, and rushed to my first meeting.  

     Everything was going well, I had finished giving two of my talks and just had one more to go.  

     Arriving a bit early for the last meeting I noted the hallway was crowded with people waiting as well.  Many people gave me a warm welcome and I felt a sense of confidence. I had just a few minutes before I would give my next talk and thought it was a good time to get that needed pause for thoughtful review of words as well as a drink of water.  While standing at the drinking fountain,enjoying the cold water I felt a rush from beneath my dress. All of a sudden my slip literally fell to the ground. Eyes were upon me.  I felt a touch of panic. I could visualize the black puddle of silk surrounding my ankles. My face instantly took on a hot flush. I could only imagine all the looks on faces, “What is she going to do?” Would they brake out in laughter? I knew if I tried to run I would probably trip, fall and land flat on my face. It was then I felt a flash of inspiration. ‘Simply step out of it! ‘ I didn’t even pause, question or hesitate this prompting. I did just as instructed and then with a quick scooping motion I retrieved my slip and quickly stuffed it into my bag.  It was almost like a dance in motion. I even marveled at my guick movement and disposal.  I then scanned the hallway and smiled. Knowing full well that some had been a witness to my ‘slippage’. Everyone acted as if they hadn’t noticed, and if they did they never said anything about it. But in my heart the great reveal was another moment of my personal understanding that “God is very much aware of us.... even down to the details of a falling slip.

      “Simply step out of it.”   Those words empowered me. Simple as it seemed, I could have become mortified, embarrassed, frozen and frazzled.  Yet, gratefully, I did step up and step away from allowing it to trigger a greater moment of embarrassment.

The great Olympian, Nadia Comaneci, stated, “I don’t run away from 

a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run toward it because the only

 way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your feet.”

All right, the falling of my slip wasn’t exactly a fear filled challenge in my life, and I in no way took the time to trample the slip beneath my feet. But, at that moment I inwardly questioned,  “Who saw me?”  “ Are they laughing at me?” So I smiled and took another big gulp of water and prayed that my nylons would stay put. ‘Cause heaven only knows what a feeling it is to have your panty hose roll down your legs.  I won't even tell you of that story. Just realize I know how it feels.  So the best remedy of such a situation is a simple smile.

 We all need to learn not to take ourselves too seriously.  Anyhow accidents and the unexpected happen happen.  It’s how we handle those moments that makes the difference. 

     But who whispered those words?  “Step out!” 

     If their are guardian angels, who sent them? Knowing that my Heavenly Father was aware of my circumstance has given me much appreciation.

        There are moments and times when we all should “simply step out of it.” Step out of situations, habits and addictions that will ultimately bring us down and cause us to think less of ourselves. Step away from, run from, push away, what ever it takes to enjoy the gift of divine self mastery.

      For a few of us it might mean giving up a good friend, Dr. Pepper. For another it’s braking the habit of watching ‘soaps.’  Reading romance novels weekly is a constant attraction for a good friend of mine. Shopping and spending too much?  Glued to the television or computer? Is Facebook seeing more of your face? It’s not that these things are bad ...but too much of anything--especially éclairs, can make more than a puddle around our ankles and inhibit our progression. No matter what our ‘slippage’ is we need to take heart and hope, and know that with time we can make those needed changes. I have observed the tendency for ‘slippage’ as I ponder the thought of Goethe.

                        Things which matter most must never be at the 

                       mercy of things which matter least.   

                                               Johann Wolfgang Von  Goethe

      

      The first feeling within my heart as I felt my slip rest upon my shoes.... “I didn’t listen to the Holy Ghost. I was too busy to put on another slip. I was then ultimately left with limited possibilities and options: Trip and fall, step out of it, pick it up and smile, or stand there.

     

“Some habits can cause the slipping of the spirit. It is essential 

to appreciate the God given elastic, He wants us back.” svb

So, today might we ponder upon those things that are holding us back--“Simply step out of it.” There might need to be some course corrections, or a simple change. Maybe some new elastic stitched. Whatever the cost, it will be worth it as we stand before our Maker in full confidence that our slips won’t fall, or that our nylons won’t roll down. For we have made the necessary changes to be girded in full faith, trusting that our Father in Heaven knows us well.

Have  a great sabbath

Shauna

Heaven Sent Blessings

by Shauna V. Brown 

       Quickly we gathered in a hospital room eager to see the newest miracle sent from heaven. No halo seen but truly an angel had arrived. 

“She’s got the Drakulich nose, and Camille’s lips” announced a proud Grandma Drakulich standing by.  I smiled as I gazed upon the little face so pure and perfect.  Not a blemish visible. She looked like a little painted China doll.  

I was taken in thought with the sense that there must have been an ever greater farewell party in heaven as well.  I could almost hear my angel mother say,  “Bless you little one, there you go.”  Just the thought drew my heart closer - to heaven’s veil.  Perchance renewing love had been placed within her fingertips and tiny toes. No wonder giggles come when fingers and toes are counted.  “This little piggy has gone to market so many times before. “   “Wee,wee, wee.... all the way home.”

     “Look at all that black hair, “exclaimed nine year old cousin, Kate. Watching the beanie fall from her little head.  That was when Papa Rick revealed and bestowed the assortment of large pink combs.  “From her picture, we thought you would be needing them,”  smiled Papa as laughter erupted.

      Brighton Camille Brown, arrived on Friday, October 12, 2012, and within three minutes of her birth Briant, her proud father, had sent a picture of her to family and friends. 

      As I held that little bundle from heaven I reflected upon those tiny blessings, my sweet children, who were received and welcomed as well. Six blessed bundles. 

     I recalled that by some incredible eraser the months of morning sickness, sleepless nights, swollen feet, stretching skin, heart burn, pain, was replaced with instant relief and joy as the tiny one rested within my arms.   I marveled at their every move, their sounds, as well as their eyes looking into mine. Pure little faces, untouched and trusting.  

      I watched as the nurse snuggly wrapped the receiving blanket around Brighton’s little body. No chance for even a wiggle.  “It’s a “baby burrito,”  the nurse said smiling. 

    I thought of how many times I had wrapped and unwrapped a similar blanket, knowing that it would give my babies comfort and a sense of security. 

     Funny, but even at my age I have some of those same needs and wants. I love to be wrapped, tucked, and surrounded by luscious blankets, the fluffier the better! I guess its not difficult to understand that at times we all need something that allows us to enjoy a moment wherein to find peace, security, warmth, and renewed possibilities, as well as hope.

    There have been moments in my life however, when fear was pushing back the blanket of faith. I freely flung the wrapping of trust away, thinking I could possibly handle and face some of life’s challenges alone. Thankfully, I am learning to trust and have greater faith in my Lord.  I have felt of His unconditional love, ever tucked around me, more tightly than any fluffy blanket. 

         “Peace I leave with you.” 

  Infinitly given from within His palms.

     Truly I can testify that each one of us can feel “encircled in the arms of his love.” Much like a trusting child, our part is to reach out to Him.

      If tiny little Brighton could speak, and share of her heavenly experience, clearly we all would listen intently.  We would write down her words and treasure them.  We would embrace the truths she could share. 

         “Just moments from heaven.” I whispered in her ear. Clearly the realization pressed upon my heart.  Perhaps we no longer feel ‘moments away from heaven’ but we can know here and now the infinite interest that the Lord has in each one of us.  

    Take hold today of your tiny toe and wiggle one more time, praying that “wee, wee, wee --all, will find our way home.”    To eagerly awaiting family and friends, but most of all a Father who counts us each as a blessing. 

Hold Out You Hand to Christ

by Shauna V. Brown 

     I just finished reading another account of Corrie Ten Boom. As you will recall she was a Dutch Christian who stepped in and tried to help many Jews to escape the Nazi Holocaust during World War II.  As a result of an informant many of her family members were arrested and sent to Ravensbruck Concentration Camp.

      While visiting Europe a few years ago Rick and I had the opportunity to view a similar concentration camp, Dachau. It was difficult for me to realize that at some point humanity can become so unfeeling, numb and inhumane.  

      Corrie shares,

          “Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, 

            but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, 

           when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect

                 preparation for the work He will give us to do. ” 

                              ~ Corrie Ten Boom

     My copy of the Hiding Place, is filled with numerous underlined phrases and thoughts to jolt my heart into deeper depth of gratitude.  Corrie, once released from prison after years behind wired fences and flea infested quarters, spent the remainder of her days sharing her beliefs and convictions of Jesus Christ.  She felt prompted, almost driven, that the messages of Christ must be delivered to as many as she could touch. She traveled from  village to village, small town to large cities. Visiting people in their homes, offering words to anyone who would listen to her story. The talks and conversations were always centered around forgiveness and Christ’s enduring love for everyone. Even while traveling world wide she wrote books about her imprisonment and experiences in order to inspire and lead others unto Christ. Truly her life and sacrifice was a gift for all, and  I am grateful for the assignment given by a wise English teacher to read her book. 

   As Rick and I stood by the tall fences topped with wire at Dachau Camp, I reflected upon how it must have been to survive in those dark, cramped, smelly, prison rooms. Small slits of windows that daily invited the dreams and possibilities of freedom.  For many their days became weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Some gave up and gave in, while others trusted in the hope of Jesus Christ and cherished freedom.

   Surely the messages shared by Corrie are as valuable and needed today as they were during World War II.  I think about how frequently we lock thoughts within the chambers of our hearts, and inflict our own sentences for personal imprisonment. No number is tattooed on our forearms, no bloody stripes fill our backs, our clothes are not prison issued,  but it’s there --felt within our soul. We hold regrets, “what if’s,” “  should of’s ,” “ I should have done,” “if only”, "why?" . . .  

    We need to be more gentle, more forgiving of not only those who offend, but to lift the burden and forgive ourselves.  Perhaps our journey, our own Ravensbruck’s are laden with divergent paths and pain.  Corrie came to realize her prison experience, was  “for a greater cause and purpose.” 

      In all truth we too must understand and realize that we are never, ever left alone. Even prisons have divine purpose . Joseph Smith, after spending numerous months in many a dark, damp, smelly prison came to inquire of the lord, “O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place? How long shall thy hand be stayed?. . . 

    Isn’t it interesting that Corrie would title one of her books The Hiding Place?

    I believe with full heart that Jesus Christ is very much aware of each one of us. We can never be "in hiding," or hidden from him. He knows our pains, concerns, regrets, and fears. Jesus Christ is personally interested in our happiness.  

“ Through Christ we have the ability to choose and change, 

to forgive and live, to seek and be saved. It is within each of 

us to allow the pain or the peace.”    (smile here) 

                ~ Shauna Brown

  I think Corrie says it even better.  

“You may never know that JESUS is all you need,

  until JESUS is all you have.” 

    So this Sabbath day take the key that locks up the hurts, distrust, anger, pain and place it in the hand of God. Trusting that according to his timing you will be set free.

                   “ God holds your future in His hands, so hold out yours.”

~  Shauna Brown 

Good Sabbath

Love to all

Shauna!