Slave to Heiress

Today I am going to be sharing a little bit about who I, Natalie, am. A story of who I once was curated into the person I am today. For those of you who don’t know, curated means carefully chosen, thoughtfully organized, or thoughtfully presented.

Now, this question of who I am has put me in a position where I just felt stumped. Not a thought came into my head that was simple. My past kept coming up, and my past is not simple, either… This only led me to realize I was never created to be simple.

I am a walking art gallery that was handmade by memories, mistakes, laughter, tears, heartbreak, trauma, mercy, love, and the blood of Christ.

Yet, let me not boast about myself as if I did this on my own. I want to tell you about someone who was with me from the start. I am so happy to say this person is my father.

I didn’t actually meet him until I was four years old. Naturally, my mom was the one to introduce me to this man who was once a complete stranger. Since I was young, I accepted him with open arms and I was a happy child to know I actually had a father. Now, my relationship with him wasn’t always the best, however. Life quickly became very unfair. So, as life progressed and I grew up, my dad really hurt me. I was desperately in need of help and he seemed to just not be around. I ended up becoming so mad at him, I ended up rejecting him as the father he was once introduced to me as. I no longer wanted him as my father.

Though I turned my back on him, he absolutely insisted in being in my life.

I went so far as to even telling my dad I hated him. Yet, my father still loved me. Deeply. During this time of my life when I rejected him, I was going through a lot of betrayal. I was a fifteen year old girl who was suffering from a negligent mother, sexual abuse from a close family member, moved from home to home, living anywhere from with family members, friends, and strangers who quickly became non-strangers. I had already attended about 8 different schools, experienced bullying both in the classroom and at home. I had been blackmailed by family, a deep addiction to porn, accused of pregnancy at 14, witchcraft performed on me, suicide attempts, cutting, and was given names such as:

Liar

Thief

Cheater

Whore

Seducer

Demon

And the list goes on.

I was a child who was deeply hurt by people who put me in positions of feeling easily disposable. And I chose to take this anger out on my father because I could not figure out who else to take it out on. So… I chose the one person who loved me most. All because I was obviously unworthy of love. And since my dad loved me, he respected my decision to turn away and let me live without him for a while.

So here I was, a fifteen year old girl, out in the wilderness, not a shepherd in sight, allowing anger to be my guiding source and giving anger the reigns of control.

The strength of this anger is something I will never forget. It seemed as if this anger grew stronger day by day. It grew so strong, I became scared for myself. I am unsure how long I lived with this anger, but it was far too long. My fear caused me to cry out to my dad for help. He did not skip a beat. This man came to my rescue immediately. His love dominated my anger.

This was the first time in my life I came to know my father as my hero.

Though he saved me from myself, I still had plenty of moments where I still created distance between us as I was navigating life. Yet, he stayed patient with me and allowed me to have space. He showed me respect and as he kept loving me, even from afar, slowly I grew to learn how to have a healthy and loving relationship with someone who is not just my father, but my best friend.

My father’s name is Jesus Christ.

It wasn’t until I got older I came to understand that my Dad is actually famous! He is known as a King and His kingdom is Heaven. So I guess that makes me a princess. My knight in shining armor is Holy Spirit, whom was appointed by my Father to accompany me. My Father also created a special suit designed for my protection called The Armor of God. What is really fascinating is Holy Spirit gives me special gifts such as wisdom, knowledge, understanding, discernment, and more! Holy Spirit also provides me fruit, and as I eat of this fruit, it produces wonderful traits in myself such as joy, patience, self-control, kindness, faithfulness, and the best ones of all? Love and peace.

Where this fruit is gathered from is my Father’s beautiful garden that is plentiful for harvest. As a matter of fact, because there is so much fruit being produced in Heaven’s garden, it often goes wasted because there is not enough people to share it with. This also means the Kingdom of Heaven is huge with much room to spare because my Father wants to acquire new residents by adoption. Just like He did with me. He wants me to have brothers and sisters to share and grow with. My Father didn’t adopt me for His own gain, He adopted me because He truly loves me. Because He loves me, He nurtured me, protected me, and healed me so I can grow up to inherit the Kingdom right alongside Him to reign.

He redeemed my identity from being easily disposable, unlovable, and lost into a worthy daughter of a King who is loved beyond measure whose worth is more than rubies and gold. He loved me so much, He sacrificed Himself for me so I could live.

My Father’s enemy wanted me dead.

The enemy’s kingdom is full of hate. When I was in the arms of the enemy, I was not allowed to have an identity, love, peace, kindness, or a future. He held me captive as a slave to be used and abused. But, my Father invaded the kingdom of darkness and offered Himself as the price to allow me, a slave, to be set free. If I wanted it. If we want it. Even though some of us are free, I still have so many brothers and sisters who are stuck in bondage because they do not know how to trust something so good… Because all they have known is evil.

As I wait patiently to inherit the throne with my Father, He gave me an assignment to reach as many people as I can who are in enemy territory and possession because my Father is preparing for war that will destroy the enemy’s entire kingdom, and all who remains there in it.

This is my message to all those who listen and hear, join us, too, so you can also live a life that is worthy of love and peace in a Kingdom reigned by a King who is a Father awaiting your arrival.

You, too, can have what I have…

Freedom.