Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
|"||They return at evening:|
|Behold, they belch out with their mouth:|
|But thou, O LORD, shalt laugh at them;|
|Because of his strength will I wait upon thee:|
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.
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,
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I asked my teacher (aka my aunt*),
"What if I don't know what they would say?"
She said, "Then maybe you should ask them."
You passion is for your friends. Those you love and those you do not yet know. You have this humongous heart and you want to share it with everyone.
You're interested in boys, but you're passionate about one in particular whose heart you will always have, God.
Natalie Donald, you are strong and beautiful and courageous. God uses you and tests you because He knows that you are His daughter and that you can handle it. You stand strong in tough times and are one of the first He will grab when He comes back.
You are passionate about life and living it to the fullest and experiencing everything. But you are also passionate about life after death and wanting everyone you love to be there with you.
You are passionate about helping everyone, especially those in India who are blessed with the Nat Don teachings and influences to learn about Christ.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Last night I spent some alone time with God on the roof. I sat there for a long time just praying, “Lord, let me hear you. I’m listening. I just want to hear your voice. I want to know you’re there.” After a long time of silence I went back in my room and fell asleep.
In the night, I was awoken by loud noises. The noises were so loud I sat up in bed wondering if I should leave my room or not. It sounded like creatures. Barking maybe? Growling maybe? But more vicious than that. Sometimes in
I woke up really early in the morning and went downstairs. I asked everyone who was awake, “Did you hear something last night? Like maybe many dogs trying to get into the house? They kept banging against the window. They were SO loud.”
No one heard anything. And there was no window there, only metal rods.
It was like they were right outside of my bedroom.
Right before I went to sleep I memorized this verse,
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood,
but against the rulers, against the authorities,
the cosmic powers over this present darkness,
against the spiritual forces of evil
in the Heavenly places.”
There was no glass.
It was the sound of God.
I heard You.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
There are a few things I would like to share with you.
I will separate them into 2 different posts because frankly if I write them both in one it will seem as if I've written a novel (and that wouldn't be good).
I'll begin with a follow up from my last blog.
That teacher approached me last night and asked me to come to his office in the morning to have a word with him.
I was up for a long time praying.
I am really not so good at confrontation.
"Jesus, what do you want me to say to this man? What if he just gets angry with me again? I don't want him to belittle me, but you know how frightened I am to stand up for myself."
I knew that my words could take away his job.
I kept dwelling on my words.
Last September, my words sent a man to prison.
Last October, my words made a man lose his job and have sexual predator written on his application for life.
I was feeling so terrible about it, then I heard a voice deep inside...
"No, Natalie. It was THEIR WORDS. It was THEIR ACTIONS. Not your's. Speak the truth."
So I walked into the office this morning...chai spilling all over myself because of my shaky hands.
"Please Holy Spirit speak through me. Please help him not to tear me apart or make me cry again."
The man sat down and said,
"I was awake until last night. Since I have disturbed you, I have not been able to sleep properly. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Those kids, they want you, they need you, not me. What can I do to be better? What can I do to change?"
"For real, Father, is this really happening? Did he just say those words?"
I was stunned. Then I spoke, I don't even remember the words I uttered, but I know they had weight, they had truth, and they spoke to his heart.
I think I said something along the lines of this:
"I never want you to feel as if I'm judging you. I just want you to know that your words broke my heart. Those children, they are never going to learn if you tell them, "you're not smart enough, you're not good enough..." Never. The beating and the slapping and the embarrassment, it needs to stop. What is it doing to help them? Nothing. More than any education, these children need to be shown love. I understand discipline is important, but it can be done in a much better way."
We came to an agreement that I was going to help change things. I came out smiling, knowing that whatever I just said in there did NOT come from me.