Once upon a time there was a young girl that lived in a beautiful kingdom. She loved her life, but she would dream about her future. She would sit and dream of when she would grow up and what she wanted that to look like. She would sit and ponder about all of the things that she wanted to do with her life. She dreamed of finding her prince, getting married, having a family, and serving in the kingdom. She didn’t just want to serve in any old way in the kingdom. She wanted to do something of great value and significance. She wanted a happily ever after.

Well the young girl grew up and got her happily ever after. She had everything that she ever wanted. She had her prince, her family, and her special job in the kingdom. She was so happy with everything in her life, but there was always someone lurking in the background. You see there was an evil prince that didn’t like all of the good things in this girl’s life. It made him so angry when he saw how happy she was. In fact, he despised her happiness. So he set out on a mission. It was a mission to destroy everything that made her happy. He was cunning and deceptive unlike anyone else in the kingdom. He used whatever means his evil mind could come up with to set out on his path of destruction. Little bit by little bit, he began to chip away at everything that made her happy. It took awhile, but his job was a success. He was able to destroy everything that made this once happy girl now so sad and heartbroken. Everything that she loved was now broken and destroyed. It was all gone. She was devastated.

So much darkness filled this young lady’s life. Her happily ever after was broken. It was gone. Never to be seen again. She was so angry and hurt that this evil prince had seen it as his mission to destroy what was once so precious to her. Her life would never be the same again. She was a broken soul.

This, my friend, is no fairy tale. This is a true story. It’s the story of my life. I have experienced great depths of sorrow, heartbreak, discouragement, and depression on this journey called “Natalie’s life.” There have been times that I didn’t think I would make it another second, but I did. I’ve been through so much in my life that I never dreamed would ever happen to me. It is now my story, and I want to share it. I want to share it because there is hope. I made it through days where it was beyond bearable to live and function.

I’ve already come so far and experienced so much of God’s healing. I truly am a different person today than I was 2 years ago. I am not a victim. I am a victor. I am not trash and garbage. I am a masterpiece. I am not worthless. I am priceless. I am the daughter of The Most High King on a journey to share hope and healing with others. I am Natalie – a woman that is forever changed for God’s glory!

4 thoughts on “Once Upon A Time…

  1. Oh my goodness!! We all go through hurts and often those closest to us!! I am so glad to see you as a Cictor and no longer a Victim. Too many of us women have been victims of family members that blame and point their fingers in order not to admit their own sickness, addictions or weaknesses! Sad, yet true. It is too far easier to place our problems on others most close to us in order not to take responsibly for our own shortcomings!! You have come full circle as I have even at my age I have to daily remind myself as Eleanor Rossivelt once said,” No one can hurt you without your permission.” Choose God everyday to keep you Kingdom center for we as women are the daughters of The Most High and with Jesus, Hard becomes Easy!! He is Our Savior each and everyday and our Salvation and Great Healer!! So Proud and Happy for all you are aspiring to do, Helping Others Heal is the Best Gift you are giving!! Bless You Dear One, Blessings Daily!! Theodora Makres Sayne

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