Thursday, December 9, 2010


What I learned in India:


Love is not a fight, it’s something worth fighting for.

Once you get knocked down enough times, it’s not just about learning to stand back up again, but it’s about fighting for what you know is right, it’s about declaring that the truth will one day prevail.

To wake up and be happy being Natalie, knowing that my creator loves me.

I am a people, unstructured person. AKA never going to have a legit job. :(

Mosquitoes may be the most annoying creatures on the planet.

It CAN be hot enough for cough drops to melt (TII).

What a relationship with Jesus looks like.

A prayer life, spending time with Jesus--I hear Jesus most at 5 AM.

Telling the Holy Spirit my heart and listening what He is saying to it.

God’s gift of power to heal brokenness.

As Christians we are going to suffer.

You can’t trust everyone Natalie. You can't trust everyone Natalie. You can't trust everyone Natalie.

Trial=Trusting on God.

How to cross the street in India (it’s just like playing frogger!).

Listen to your heart, no matter how crazy your mind may think it’s being.

Where there is hatred, show love. Pray blessings upon that person and don't let Satan win.

How to be an adult, even when it’s hard to be.

Heartbreak…Again, and again and again.

Give, give, give, and then when you have nothing left to give, give some more.

Leading is about serving.

It’s okay to cry sometimes.

When you try to run away, He is still there…And He always will be.

The people you think are the best, sometimes aren’t…and the people you don’t even notice at first…sometimes become your best friends.

My first sin was laziness.

Yeshu Naam Ki Jay (His name is victorious, Always).

Switchfoot--Thank you for getting me through the roughest days.

Don’t eat with your left hand and don’t forget to take off your shoes when you get in a room and don’t lift up your sari to show everyone your petticoat when getting on a motorcycle…Or else you might be embarrassed.

Women are weaker vessels…but that doesn’t mean you should treat them as lesser vessels…that just means you should care for them more.

Roots and wings (Thanks Popop).

Sometimes by not understanding, we begin to understand so much more. We learn to understand hearts.

Not taking anything for granted…even the small things.

Worshipping with your spirit and not just your mouth.

How valuable friendship is, especially Christian friends.

Every problem I have after India won’t seem that bad…Because I survived India.

No one is a lost cause.

I think sometimes non-Christians can be closer to Christ than "Christians".

I am so blessed for so many reasons.

Airplanes are no longer my worst fear.

The words tension, disturb, and mad have become a large part of my vocabulary in India.

I found myself in India.

When I am weak, I am strong.

Secrets are sometimes meant to always be secrets.

His word is a precious gift--His love poured out on paper. How lovely.

Sometimes you must go to the place where you were most broken to find healing again.

I could go on for days of all the things I have learned…

But for now, I want to say that because of each second I spent here, I am changed for eternity.

I won't go back to how I was-Natalie Grace Donald


Today I will start my journey home.

I know this may come to a surprise to many of you.

But I feel like God is calling me home.

It makes me sad to leave, but I know in my heart it’s the right thing to do.

Please pray for my flight, for when I get back that God provides all that I need, that I find a church to go to, that I have a solid group of Christian friends, that I stay on fire, and that I don’t get too sick from adjusting back.

I will leave 30 pieces of my heart here always.

Map Didi

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Bittersweet Thanksgiving.

All day I have been thinking about what to say that I'm thankful for.
I explained what Thanksgiving is probably a million times.
:) But truly I am happy. For so many reasons.

Here I go:
How lucky I am to be free.
To choose my own desitiny.
I will never take my freedom for granted again.
I can't wait to have a voice.

I was born in America.
Enough said.
Thank you Jesus for letting me be born in a place where I can have an education and everything handed to me on a silver platter.

I am blessed to have the opportunity to live in India.
I'm thankful that I get to see these kids everyday and show them what love looks like.
They teach me so much about life.
Even though sometimes it might be really difficult.

Honestly, I have had a LOT of best friends. Probably like 1,000. I have collections and categories of them.
But these two are more than best friends.
Kailtin Bowyer. She is my prayer warrior, my comforter, my listener, my voice of reason. She helps hold me together and pieces me back together when I'm broken. Even though we may be scary different, we understand each other's hearts, which I guess endless hours of car rides together might do to you, but really, thank you for being my best friend.
Thanks for the smushed cupcakes ;), oreos, skittles, and games for my kids. :)

Austin Greco. You know all the bad, nasty and ugly stuff... but you always point me towards what is beautiful, Jesus. :) Thank you for constantly praying for me when I was breaking down with my insides coming out. Your lame Pope jokes about his hat really do make me laugh. :)

I pray for them everyday, I hate being away from them. I truly am so thankful for them. Mom, Dad, Em, Rick, Chan, Gram, Popop, Aunt Bec (sorry you had to be alone doing accounting on Thanksgiving--please pray for her). I love you all so much. I wish I could be home with you guys.
They made a Flat Nat this week which pretty much made my entire life.
It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

I know it may be difficult to share openly the depths of my heart with you all, but truly, you give me a reason to stay everyday. Your words of thanksgiving brought tears to my eyes tonight(and you don't even know what it is!). The thing is, everyone wanted to be my friend. I am the American, therefore, all want to be associated with Map. But you...You got to know Natalie. You know that I love to laugh and be silly, my favorite foods and drinks, you know the desires of my heart, when I'm pretending to be happy but inside I'm really crying. Thank you for knowing the real me. For giving me all you have, when I know you have so little...I love you all so dearly. Thank you for making a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner for me even though we had no gas or electricity. I will never forget my Thanksgiving in India because of you.
God, please bless this family with things of Your Kingdom FOREVER.

FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS, for changing me. I had a friend tell me this week..."before you left, all you cared about was facebook, boys, and clothes..." That person was so right. God has completely and totally flipped my world upside down and made me a new Natalie. I like who I am...Who would have ever thought?!
Today on the way to my second family's house for Thanksgiving I was stopped so many times. First, I got word that my Dinesh and Robin were sick. So I found them and prayed for them. Then I heard Maryum was sick, so I stopped at the house she was at and prayed and sat with her for awhile...After not speaking for hours, she saw the tears in my eyes and got out, "I'm fine, Map Didi." :( My heart. I said, "You are not fine, baby." Please pray for my kids with malaria.Then I got stopped again by a bible college student. She was crying so hard. She is an orphan and she feels so alone in this world, without a home and a family. I prayed with her and told her that she's not alone, that she has a father in heaven who loves her very much. I continued to get stopped with people asking me to pray for them... Finally I got to my family's house, even though I was an hour late, I felt so grateful for so many reasons. I think God wanted to remind me how incredibly blessed I am. I have so many reasons to be thankful.

After the electricity and gas went out I texted my Aunt.
Her reply:
"TII...This is India."

One Grateful Girl

P.S. This week when I came to my second family's house, I found my eyes pasted on their wall. Weird, flattering, funny ("so this way you are always with us!").

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

BREAKING NEWS! Finally figured it out:

This has been VERY MUCH long awaited if you know Natalie Grace Donald.
For years and years I have been trying to figure it out and I think I finally have.
How you might ask?
By letting go and letting God figure it out.

So here it is:
I was blessed with the spiritual gift of mercy.

the divine enablement to cheerfully and practically help those who are suffering or are in need, compassion moved to action. People with this gift: focus upon alleviating the sources of pain or discomfort in suffering people; address the needs of the lonely and forgotten; express love, grace, and dignity to those facing hardships and crisis; concern themselves with individual or social issues that oppress people.

So I have been praying about it for so long and it finally just came to me, in the form of pictures in my mind during church one Sunday morning.
I want to bring comfort to those who are suffering. Perhaps, maybe even work for World Help or World Vision or Children of the Nations one day.
I want to be the person that comes in after a tsunami hits, or a village is attacked, or a family loses a child, or someone finds out they have cancer.
I want to bring hope, healing, and restoration.
I know I still have a long way to go in maturity and schooling.
But I pray that one day God can use me in these areas.
After talking with some sources, I think that going into social work at a Christian school would be the best thing for that profession (if you know any colleges with good social work programs, let me know!).
Please pray that God makes it clear where He wants me and that He provides the money that I may need once I get there. :)

Please also pray for a hard decision I may have to make in the next few weeks.

To those who care about the little things about my life like what I want to do.. Thank you.

I love you and I'm thankful for you,

Sunday, November 21, 2010

You're invited to the Pity Party of Natalie Donald

Yiggity yo,
So I haven't written a blog in awhile due to the fact that only semi-depressing things have been flooding my mind. But I need prayer and encouragement and friends. Yikes. I feel so tired. Satan keeps knocking me down over and over again. Last night ,I was legit making a plan of coming home. That's how serious as a heart attack I was. But whenever I thought about telling my aunt and the karuna kids, I broke down and cried. I couldn't even imagine it.

I guess I expected these things to happen. No, I really DID expect these things to happen. But now that they are...I feel like I'm suffocating.
I know..I'm so over dramatic.
Persecution. It's the worst. I guess all of these trials are taking place to teach me that I can only trust one person. I need to rejoice in these times of trials. But my heart simply cannot comprehend that there are really evil people out there. I can only pray that God will give them hearts of flesh one day. All week I've had this verse in my head...echoing over and over again: "We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." 2 Corinthians 4:8.

Familiarity. Things are becoming familiar to me. Which is not good.Kids not having shoes. Families digging through trash to find a scrap to eat. Beggars with no hands. Children with dead eyes. All of it. It's not breaking my heart anymore and that scares me. Things that used to haunt my mind and scar my brain, are beginning to fade.
Restore the compassion and mercy inside of me, Oh Father.

Homesick. Straight up, realness with you...It's Thanksgiving on Thursday. And I'm sad, my heart aches. I want to be home so badly. Honestly, I don't care about the turkey or the stuffing or even the sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top...I want to be home with the people who love and care about me.

These emotions are real and raw and I'll probably regret each thing I said in the morning. But I ask that you just remember me this week. I ask that you pray for me not to be too sad...or want to run away whenever the going gets tough.

No turning back, no turing back,

P.S. Thanks best friend for praying for me and in your prayer mentioning that I'm pretty baller. It made my awful day a little better.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


  1. This week I got bored.
  2. Why you might ask?
  3. Well, because my lovies have been on Diwali vacation for 2 weeks.
  4. I never thought bored would be a bad thing.
  5. But then! My brain began to semi do what it does best.
  6. Worry.
  7. It is professional at worrying.
  8. What does it have to worry about?
  9. Well: What college am I going to go to? Where am I going to live when I get back? How will I ever get a job? How will I get a car to get to my job? How will I earn money to buy a car? How can I go to school if I have no money? Where will I go to church? Where can I find a church with a good college group? Who will help me through this processing process I will go through when I get back? How will I find Christian friends? Who will pray for me when I have something as simple as leg pain?
  10. I also started missing home like crazy.
  11. So…My Karuna Children are home now(Praise the Lord).
  12. But my mind is still disturbed.
  13. So what I’m asking from you…
  14. Is that you pray for all of these worries.
  15. And pray for me to just give them to God.
  16. And know that He will provide.
  17. And He has perfect timing
Evidence of my boredom:
  1. Natalie Grace Donald

Saturday, November 13, 2010

To the happy couple :)

My sister and her future husband, my future brother, Eric.
I am soooo happy for you two.

This week I wrote down what I want in a husband one day when I get over the "I wanna be single forever" phase of my life, so I don't forget:
1. I want him to be willing to lay down his life for me, just as Christ did for us.
2. I want him to nurture me and care for me, make me feel loved.
3. I want him to be my best friend who I trust with everything. Then love.
4. I want him to know me, know my heart, pursue my heart.
5. I want our desire to be to seek the kingdom together, to further it.
6. I want him to cherish, protect, and guard my heart.
7. I want to have fellowship and prayer together.
8. I want him to love me, but worship the Lord.

I think all of these things Eric and Em have. I pray that God blesses your marriage for the rest of your lives. Looking at your engagement pictures is like eating candy. They are beautiful and the love you two have for one another is so evident. Like iron sharpening iron. :)
I love you two. Congratulations and thank you for being an example in my life.
I can't wait to help plan in 4 months (if you'll let me). :)

Friday, November 12, 2010

God's Voice

Rainbows. Donkeys. Writing with His finger in the sand. Creation. Angels. Dreams. Visions. Pillars of fire. Pillars of clouds. Supernatural Events. Stopping the Earth's rotation. Signs. Circumstances. Audible voice. Impressions. Music. People. Scripture. Inner Spirit.

Last night I was listening to this sermon from the Kansas City Boiler Room (my most recent addiction:
And Adam Cox was talking about hearing God's voice.
Lately I have been starving to hear God's voice. Just praying praying praying to hear His voice.
Adam started listing a billion ways we hear God's voice (some listed above).
One of my closest friends here feels like her world is caving in around her. She feels like Satan is attacking her in so many ways. She just kept saying, "God is not with me. He cannot hear me. He has left me. I just want to die." So I grabbed her head, I put my lips to her forehead, and I started praying. "Lord, we want to hear your voice. Father, send us a sign. Heal this broken heart and show Elizabeth that your heart is breaking for her too! Give us a sign, Father! Give us a sign!"
She told me just to leave her...So I began to walk away.
As I was walking away, not even a minute later, I began to feel raindrops. It started to pour, HARD. And it's not even the rainy season here.
It hasn't rained like that since I first came to India.
The Inner Spirit spoke to me: "Go tell her, I have NOT left her."
I ran back and started screaming outside of the Girl's Hostel, "ELIZABETH! ELIZABETH! COME OUTSIDE!"
She finally came out as I stood in the pouring rain.
"See! He is crying just as you are now. He has not left you. He will never leave you."

Please, call me by name Father, because your words are perfect.
Natalie Grace Donald

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I don't know how many times I've looked at these in the past few days.

It feels like 100 times at least.
I miss my friends. :(

My cup feels empty, and my mouth feels dry.


I feel overwhelmed with all God is trying to teach me. At times, I simply want to give up and say, “I’m ready to go back to my old life. To be old Natalie again, lukewarm. I’m ready to have the lukewarm job and the lukewarm boyfriend and the lukewarm attitude towards You, Father.”

Then I think,

I’d rather be hot, on fire for you, or cold, totally broken, then to come to you at the end of my life, knowing I lived safe, and knowing I chose the world instead of my soul. I chose to die instead of live.”

I feel vulnerable and broken. I feel like everything in my life is being flipped upside down for this King.

Things like this:

to save your life, you have to lose it.

to live, you have to die.

to be powerful, you must become like a child.

to see, you have to have faith in the unseen.

to mature, you have to become humble.

to lead, you have to become like a servant.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Says my brain.

Boy, have I been praying. I feel like all I can do is pray. And I am humbled. Wow, how I am humbled. Tears come with the reality that I have chosen venomous sin in my life, knowing fully well that Jesus was brutally murdered for that sin. Forgiveness and mercy is a beautiful thing that I wish I had more of.

My notebook is completely filled with prayers. I feel like my brain is constantly being regurgitated onto paper.

I wrote my first song. It’s not that great. But I wrote it after my chaotic week and the words just sort of spilled out.

It still needs a lot of work, and I feel like I have the music in my head, my friend is just putting it to a guitar for me.

Here it is:

I ask you, “Why?

Why? Why? Oh Why?”

Have you taken such a life?

I ask you, “How?

How, Father, How?”

Can I kneel here at your throne

and let it all bleed out?

Let each beat inside,

Show you the life

That I am chasing after, Father.


I’m beautifully broken

Divinely chosen

For You, my Lord, for You, my Lord.

I’m beautifully broken,

Divinely Chosen,

For a King

Who heals all things.

Like a child, I reached up to You

You took my hand.

And You helped me stand.

I’m beautifully broken,

Divinely chosen.

For you, my Father, for you my Father.

I’m beautifully broken,

Divinely Chosen,

For a King

Who heals all things.

Heal this heart.

Hear my soul.

For you are love.

And this I declare.


You are everything and I am nothing.

You are everything and I am nothing.

You are everything and I am nothing.

I’m beautifully broken,

Divinely chosen.

For you, mere Pita, for you mere Pita.

(My father in Hindi)

I’m beautifully broken,

Divinely Chosen,

For the King

Who heals broken things.

He heals all things.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thankful am I.

I don't know how to write this blog.
I've tried at least four times and I still haven't found the right words.
Because I don't think there will ever be the right words to say to these people.
The ones that make life worth living, refresh the soul, and hold us together after the hardest week ever.
So, I don't know what else to say, but thank you.
To you who prays for me day and night. You know who you are. I know you are on your knees for me in prayer daily and I pray that God keeps us close forever. You are my best friend.
To you who brought me oranges, cold medicine, a million romance novels, and my favorite sweets when I was feeling sick. Thank you for loving me at all times and for teaching me what friendship really looks like.
To my family in Christ, who just lost everything, but yet has given me more than I could ever begin to ask for this week. I will never forget your kindness, your hours of cooking for me, letting me mourn with you for hours but then still finding joy in the Lord at the end of the day. Thank you for remembering that mango juice is my favorite and for thinking that I am a genius for getting the 1,000 rupee question right on Who Wants to Be A Millionaire. It boosts my self-confidence.
To you who is giving thousands to the Karuna Home, just because. I still cannot believe it. One day I hope you can come and meet my babies and see what a better life you are giving to them.
To you who sneaks me chocolates everyday, just because you know it will make me smile, despite the fact that one day I will become fat because of you.
To you who reminded me about the song that no one could sing, but the 144,000 redeemed. Thank you for teaching me how to love others. I am honored to leave your legacy.
To you who sent me the book about friends, reminding me that they are my angels and when I have awful weeks they somehow find a way to preserve my spirit again (and yes, you are my best friend, Gram. You always will be :) ).

I probably have a million other thank you's that I could say.
Today I am thankful because what would life be without friends?
Even though I feel as sick as a dog, I have friends that love me very much.
And that is the best thing for your health, I think.

Thank you Jesus for friends that put band-aids on my heart when the pain comes.


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

lieutenant dan moments

natalie grace, running up the steps of our roof or the karuna home not wanting to ever miss it.

watching the sun come up and the sun go down in india.
i am overcome with peace.

and in awesome wonder.

Transforming for my destiny

Natalie's thoughts:
"I'll be happy when I figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my life."
"I'll be happy when I fall in love."
"I'l be happy when I move to India."
"I'll be happy when I get more confidence."
"I'll be happy when I get back to America and eat a slice of pizza and take a hot shower."

"When will you ever be happy if you are living like this Natalie?"

Tonight, sitting on the roof of my house, watching the sun go down and the kites flying for miles in the distance, listening to switchfoot, dragon flies buzzing around me, reflecting on the past week, and having absolutely no idea what the rest of my life has in store, I can tell you that I, Natalie Donald, am completely and absolutely happy. Even though hard things may come, I can rejoice in the fact that I know a God who painted that beautiful sunset for me and who has a plan in store for me greater than I could ever begin to imagine.

"For when you are weak, then you are strong."
2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Natalie Grace

Sunday, October 31, 2010


2 months have passed and this by far has been the hardest week I have endured here.
My heart has been filled with a raging sea of emotion.
Anger, hurt, betrayal, pain, sadness, helplessness, confusion.

Then Friday night we were told that one of our believers new born baby had only two hours left to live...

We all came together and prayed and prayed. I cried out more to Jesus that night than I think I have in my entire life. I just kept saying, "PLEASE FATHER! PLEASE!"
The whole church came together and prayed for this baby's life. Who knows how many tears were shed there in that room.

I felt so selfish. All week I had been feeling depressed for myself and then there was this baby who was fighting for her life. Oh Natalie, how selfish you are. You have no idea what pain is.
I could not stop thinking to myself.

I stayed up all night praying in the church. My knees hurt like crazy and I was beyond exhausted, but I knew that I just needed to keep praying, until my heart gave out.
In the morning while I was walking home I thought, "Tonight, I became a real prayer warrior."

Hours passed and we got news that she was doing better.

In the morning I just kept praising and worshiping Jesus for this miracle He had done.
We went to see her in the hospital and she was looking better.
I remembered seeing her the first day she was born.
I looked at her precious body and I remember crying.
Not exactly tears of joy, but tears of sorrow.
This new, blameless life had come into such a messed up world and my heart broke for her.
I prayed that she would do something great in her life, that God had a better plan for her.
I remember exactly in my heart saying this,
"Make her like Mother Teresa, make people remember her name, Father."

About two hours after we left the hospital I came home to a house full of anguish.
Everyone was crying.
I could not believe it. My heart could not bear to believe it.
"Jesus! Why?! How could you take this life?!"

Fast forward a few hours later:
Everyone packed in cars on the way to the grave site after praying.
Sobs of sorrow coming from a heartbroken mother in the back seat.
The lifeless baby in the arms of her father.
Aunt Becky and I squished in the front seat.

Softly the sound came from next to me.
A hymn I recognized from when I was a small girl growing louder.

"It is well, it is well, with my soul."
I couldn't tell you how I remembered the words after all of these years, but they came to me.
I joined my Aunt Becky in singing and we didn't stop until we got there.
Old hymns flooded our mouths.
Putting joy back into our hearts.

In that moment I saw baby Sarah, no longer in her father's arms in the back seat, but in Jesus' arms in Heaven. No more pain, no more suffering, she was there.

Please pray for Sarah's parents. This is what I beg of you.
I could never imagine the heartache of losing a child.

I pray that tonight, all over the world, whoever is reading this blog, remembers little Sarah's life.
What a precious beam of sunshine she was to us, only lent for a short while.

Always choose to love,
Natalie Grace Donald

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Every breath is a second chance.

The past week has been rough.
Satan is attacking me in many ways. My children, my friendships, my heart...
I felt anger this week, betrayal, hurt and more than anything sadness.
I feel like for the first time in my 19 year old life, I need to start building up walls around my heart.
I feel like no longer I can wear my heart on my sleeve, no longer I can trust...

Pigeons are ugly creatures. Am I right? They are annoying and they are always coming into the house and scaring the living daylights out of me.

They make me absolutely crazy.

Today all I wanted to do all day was lay in bed and cry and miss home.
I know, pathetic, right?
I decided after awhile to go on a walk.
As I was walking I prayed and prayed.
Then I remembered the line in my favorite song,
"All of my life, in every season, you are still God, I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship."

So there I was, walking down the dirt roads of India, singing my heart out, praising to the Lord.

I cried out, "Father! Please have justice! Show me you are here! Show me you have victory over this place! Show me that no weapon formed against me will remain!"

I finally ended up back home. I sat in the garden for hours with my eyes closed just crying out and singing to the Lord. People kept trying to talk to me, but I just kept my eyes closed and kept singing.

Even though I was praising, I still felt so angry inside (a recent emotion for me).

Eventually I opened my eyes.
I looked up to the sky... out of no where, a single white dove flew onto the house.

The many black pigeons that were crowding the window sills and roof all flew away.
And there is was, a breathtaking white dove, starring at me as I was singing,
"God is my victory and He is here!"
Tears filled my eyes and I started laughing with such joy.
I just kept laughing to myself.
So much so that my cheeks still hurt writing this.


Firm on His promise I'll stand.

A fews girls came outside the house and looked up and just kept saying,
"Wow! Look! I cannot believe it," pointing to the white dove.

And I just sat there with a smile on my face, tears in my eyes,
and a promise of hope in my heart.

"So, you believe because you have see with your own eyes. Good! But better blessings are in store for those who believe without seeing!" -Jesus

"They return at evening:
they make a noise like a dog,
and go round about the city.

Behold, they belch out with their mouth:
swords are in their lips:
for who, say they, doth hear?

But thou, O LORD, shalt laugh at them;
thou shalt have all the heathen in derision.
Because of his strength will I wait upon thee:
for God is my defense." -Psalms 59:6-9

Monday, October 25, 2010


I’m 19 years old.

I’m quirky and I’m weird and I’m way too silly and I sweat the small stuff.

I can be annoying even to myself sometimes.

I like to dance in the rain until my clothes are dripping wet.

I’m not a realist.

I have fragile strength.

I am determined not to waste my last month of adolescence and all it’s glory.

I find beauty in broken things.

I find even greater beauty in broken things that are pieced back together.

My mouth usually gets me in trouble and I use far too many run on sentences and I frequently will steal song lyrics and insert them in my blogs.

I try to follow the advice of my heart (thanks to that fortune cookie I ate over a year ago).

I’ve weighed the cost of losing the world, but gaining my soul.

Have you?

My name is Natalie Grace Donald.

I am found.

And everything I once held dear, I count it all as lost.

Living with arms wide open,


Trading my sorrows.

I for real need to catch up on everything.
but i guess they're kinda worth all the extra work.
my babies. :)

Living and Loving,
Map Didi

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My prayer.

"Mary Khourby
17 years old
Damour, Lebanon

Mary Khoury and her family were forced to their knees before their home. The leader of the Muslim fanatics who had raided their village waved his pistol carelessly before their faces. His hatred for Christians burned in his eyes. "If you do not become a Muslim," he threatened, "you will be shot."

Mary knew Jesus had been given a similar choice. "Give up your plan to save sinners, or You will be crucified." He chose the cross.

Mary's choice was similar. "I was baptized as a Christian and his word came to me: 'Don't deny your faith.' I will obey Him. Go ahead and shoot. The report of a gun from behind her echoed in the valley and Mary's body fell limply to the ground.

Two days later, the Red Cross came into her village. Of all her family, Mary was the only one still alive. But the bullet had cut her spinal cord, leaving both her arms paralyzed. They were stretched out from her body and bent at the elbows, reminiscent of Jesus at His crucifixion. She could do nothing with them.

More words from the Lord came to Mary. Even though she was now handicapped, she knew God had a plan for her life.

"Everyone has a vocation," she said. "I can never marry or do any physical work. So I will offer my life for Muslims, like the one who cut my father's throat, cursed my mother and stabbed her, and then tried to kill me. My life will be a prayer for them."

Talk, Dc. Jesus Freaks: DC Talk and The Voice of the Martyrs - Stories of Those Who Stood for Jesus, the Ultimate Jesus Freaks. Minneapolis: Bethany House Publishers, 1999. Print.

So maybe you're not facing the same persecution as Mary, but I pray that when you read her story, something sparks in your heart.
I pray that you can still love your enemies, even through persecution.
I pray that when you hear something that's not pleasing to God, or say something, or even do something, that you will listen to the rapid pounding in your heart and know that it's the Holy Spirit trying to help you make the right choice, even though it might be a hard one.

I pray that this video of me dancing with my loves, brings you as much joy that it brings me.

Natalie Grace

Monday, October 18, 2010

Unashamed Love

"Her Last Prayer
16 or 17 years old

The communist soldiers had discovered their illegal bible study.

As the pastor was reading from the Bible, men with guns suddenly broke into the home, terrorizing the believers who had gathered there to worship. The communists shouted insults and threaten to kill the Christians. The leading officer pointed his gun at the pastor's head. "Hand me your Bible," he demanded.

Reluctantly, the pastor handed over his Bible, his prized possession. With a sneer on his face, the guard threw the Word of God on the floor at his feet.

He glared at the small congregation. "We will let you go," he growled, "but first, you must spit on this book of lies. Anyone who refuses will be shot." The believers had no choice but to obey the officer's order.

A soldier pointed his gun at one of the men. "You first."

The man slowly got up and knelt down by the Bible. Reluctantly, he spit on it, praying, "Father, please forgive me." He stood up and walked to the door. The soldiers stood back and allowed him to leave.

"Okay, you!" the soldier said, nudging a woman forward. In tears, she could barely do what the solider demanded. She spat only a little, but it was enough. She too was allowed to leave.

Quietly, a young girl came forward. Overcome with love for her Lord, she knelt down and picked up the Bible. She wiped off the spit with her dress. "What have they done to Your Word? Please forgive them," she prayed.

The communist soldier put his pistol to her head.
Then pulled the trigger."

Talk, Dc. Jesus Freaks: DC Talk and The Voice of the Martyrs - Stories of Those Who Stood for Jesus, the Ultimate Jesus Freaks. Minneapolis: Bethany House Publishers, 1999. Print.

"Jesus is everything."
Mother Teresa

give me faith like them, father.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Inside the brain of Natalie Donald

Recent thoughts:
You know you are REALLY learning a language when you start to think in the other language. The prodigal son makes me cry even in Hindi. There are also tears of laughter when my one year old cousin is lifting up her dress in front of the whole audience during the drama. I miss English. I think about Greece way too much. My body and flesh misses the US, but my soul has never been more nourished.
Prayer Requests:
My family. Here and in the states. I love to walk here. It is my daily exhilaration and my adventure. But recently, I have been experiencing some pain in my legs.
1. Aching from my femur bone to my toes. Not unbearable (don't worry Gram), but annoying.
2. A surprising feeling from time to time as if someone is throwing scalding hot water on different parts of my legs.
Pray for my Karuna Kids: Zarina, Gideon, Dinesh, Pranav, Real, Pushpa, Robin, Dena, Hetal, Kanta, Princey, Snehal, Stella, Maryum, Caleb, Lukesh, Ashish, Naresh, Rueben, Rahul, Kusha, Keshia, Mukesh, Pooja, Sumitra, Joshua, Asha.
A prayer of thanksgiving:
I have a friend here. We are very close. I shared with her my spiritual gift a few weeks ago, and she confided with me about her family. She told me that her dad had been struggling with alcohol since she was a little girl and it had affected her entire family. So every morning in my prayers I had been including my friend's dad. We woke up at 5 AM yesterday morning and prayed for him. A few hours later, she disappeared and I couldn't find her. She eventually came downstairs and had tears in her eyes. She said, "Natalie! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting! That was my family! My dad woke up this morning and wanted to go to church! He went and gave 5,000 rupies for offering and said he wanted to give up drinking! My mom and sister were just on the phone crying with joy because for once he didn't scold them for going to church! He's changed!"
We both laughed and cried and just kept saying, "Praise Jesus!"
I said to her, "See, our God, He answers, and He's still performing miracles today!"

Lately, my inbox has been filling up with praises and compliments about my blog. Some say I'm inspiring them, I'm a hero to them, I fill their eyes with tears, and change their hearts. This is so beautiful to hear. But often times, I feel like the antonym of all of those things. This week, I'd like to devote a blog everyday to the REAL heroes. The ones that have stories that should not be kept silent. THEY are the ones, deserving and worthy of praise, not I.

Starting with:
"The First Jesus Freak

Jerusalem, Israel
34 AD

Across the courtroom, the young man on trial continued preaching. The jury fidgeted nervously as he told of their religious heritage and forefathers. What did Abraham and Moses have to do with this Jesus? Another young man in the audience, about the same age as the defendant, seemed not to be listening. His mind was already made up on the matter of this Jesus follower. The crowd of Jewish leaders however, grew more agitated at every word from the young defendant.

Suddenly the preacher turned to the audience, "You stubborn and hard-headed people! You're always fighting against the Holy Spirit, just like your ancestors did They killed the prophets who told about the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have turned against Him and killed Him. You have received the law of God, but you have not kept it."

When the crowd heard this, they were even more furious, but the defendant ignored their growing anger. His face glowed like that of an angel, and he stopped talking and pointed at the ceiling. "Look! I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!"

This was too much. Yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him. They dragged him out of the city to stone him. He continued preaching all the way.

The young man who had been in the audience, one Saul of Tarsus, followed after them. He stood a short distance away from the defendant, looking steadily at the sky as the mob grew larger. The cries grew more heated now. A man handed Saul his coat, then stopped to pick up a stone as though waiting for a signal from Saul. Saul lowered his gaze, then looked directly into the man's eyes and nodded. It was time to silence the young preacher.

Stephen, the defendant, continued despite the crowd's jeers, because the Man he was telling them about was so important to him. He couldn't stop talking about Him. Several more men had now removed their coats, handed them to Saul, and began gathering rocks, many of them so large that the men had to lift them with two hands.
"We don't want to hear about your Jesus anymore!"

A rock sailed past Stephen's head. He stopped speaking long enough to duck it, dazed for a moment, then he stood to continue. The second rock caught him near his temple, and he fell to his knees. Another hit his shoulder. Then there were too many to count.

"Let this be a lesson to all who would proclaim this Jesus!"

Another stone found it's mark. Then another. He couldn't open his eyes for the sting of the blood. His clothes were torn by the blows and blood dripped freely from the tatters. He began to pray, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." Then he scanned the crowd until his eyes locked with the young man who held the bundle of coats.
"And Lord," he continued,"do not hold this sin against them."

When he said those words, Stephen died.

Slowly men gathered their coats from young Saul, who was soon alone with the body of the young preacher. Saul had come to Jerusalem to help silence the growing craze about Jesus of Nazareth. despite his hatred, he could not shake the young man's words and how fearlessly he had faced death.

Saul did not persecute men like Stephen for much longer...Eventually he became Paul and wrote a good part of the New Testament."

Talk, Dc. Jesus Freaks: DC Talk and The Voice of the Martyrs - Stories of Those Who Stood for Jesus, the Ultimate Jesus Freaks. Minneapolis: Bethany House Publishers, 1999. Print.