Natalie Brenner: author spotlight + excerpt

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As we remember the 9/11 tragedies today, our featured author has written an uplifting and encouraging book. Y’all get a special sneak peek today before the book releases next week!

About the Author

Natalie BrennerNatalie Brenner is wife to Loren and mom to two under two, living in Portland, Oregon. She is the author of This Undeserved Life. She likes her wine red, ice cream served by the pint, and conversations vulnerable.

Natalie believes in the impossible and hopes to create safe spaces for every fractured soul. She’s addicted to honesty. You can love Jesus or not, go to church or not: she’d love to have coffee with you.

Natalie is a bookworm, a speaker, and a wanna-be runner. Connect with her at on her website and join her popular email list.

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Five Favorites

Favorite book

Natalie:  Jen Hatmaker’s For The Love (and also Interrupted)

Beth: I’m not a very good nonfiction reader. I will have to check these out.

Favorite place to write

Natalie: On a train 😉

Beth: This very Dr. Suess-ish answer makes me smile! 

Favorite outside activity

Natalie: Jogging with my boys with my favorite playlist playing

Beth: I miss those stroller pushing (and wagon pulling) days but I was never much of a jogger 😉

Favorite inside activity

Natalie: Rolling around and wrestling my toddlers, hearing their giggles (also baking, haha)

Beth: There aren’t many sounds that can compare to the giggles of your littles! (and YES to baking!)

Favorite words

Natalie: scandalous grace

Beth: Amen!



What are you working on now?

Natalie: Right now I am gearing up for the release of my book, so I am working hard on continuing to build trust with my readers on my website and email list. I am thinking through what my next book will be! 🙂

Beth: So exciting! I’m glad you were able to drop by here and meet MY reader friends!

What books are you currently reading?

Natalie: Of Mess and Moxie by Jen Hatmaker, Unseen by Sara Hagerty, and The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Beth: You are rocking that nonfiction, lady!

What do you want readers to gain from your book?

Natalie: Grace. Oceans and oceans of grace. Scandalous, life changing grace.

Beth: There’s no gift more precious!

“Does being sad make me a bad person?”

“Does giving loss space in my life make me petty?”

“If I acknowledge pain, does it mean I don’t have enough faith?”

This Undeserved Life by Natalie BrennerThese are the questions Natalie Brenner has spent years wading through, searching for the answer. Natalie isn’t afraid of the truth, even if the truth is uncomfortable. But she hasn’t always been that way there was a time she bought into the lie that giving loss, grief, and brokenness a space meant she had little faith.

There comes a time we find our life in shambles; something tragic or traumatic happens and our world is turned upside down. It’s not rare for someone to try to make you feel better, but instead leaves you feeling worse. The phrases, “This must be God’s plan” and “It was meant to be this way” are notions Natalie dug into deeply—she wasn’t so sure she agreed with them.

Loss after loss, Natalie grabbed ahold of these phrases thrown at her and noted their only purpose was to strip her of permission to grieve or sit in sorrow.

In THIS UNDESERVED LIFE, you will not only find permission, you will encounter the invitation to grieve loss. You will uncover loss and brokenness are not a part of God’s plan, you are not faithless if you choose to give loss the space it demands, and you are not petty if you offer sadness a voice.

A note from the author: My hopes are that you’ll read these pages curled up with a cup of something warm and comforting, you’ll allow your heart to experience big feelings, and you end up discovering an unexpected joy. This is the story of how I surrendered my sorrow by grabbing ahold of it, leading me to unearth an immense amount of grace. My sorrow created in me an undeniable hunger for Jesus; I found Him sitting with me in my darkest nightmares.

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“He fired me.”

Loren’s words were quiet and desperate. His face was painted with shades of sadness and shock.

I dropped my mascara into the sink, my mouth gaping as I stared at my husband in disbelief. Putting on makeup was now the last thing on my mind. Sadness registered over Loren’s face. “What? Can he even do that? Doesn’t he need to consult the elders?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m fired. He’s sending my termination letter by email. Oh, and we are banned from the church; we have to cancel youth group tonight.” Loren’s words pushed through gritted teeth and furrowed brows.

Youth Group was our favorite part of this church since helping plant it over four years ago. It was our whole heart, filled with teens so brave and tender. We considered it a high honor to speak into their life, to be considered a part of their safe space. We found ourselves left without the chance to say goodbye. We were being ripped away from them without preparing an exit plan. It was sudden and unexpected.

Staring at each other, the air filled with betrayal and hurt. It was only two weeks ago we found out I was pregnant for the second time this year. Our adoption was moving along. We were active with multiple agencies and awaiting our match. The week before this abrupt dismissal, Loren and our boss, Matthew, held a conversation. We were nervous about sharing our hearts with him regarding moving on to another church and youth ministry position. We feared he would take it personally, so for months we prayed and struggled to find the most opportune moment to tell him. Loren felt the conversation went well, providing hope for a smooth transition. Our journey to gracefully transition from our current church to a new one within a year abruptly became painful.

“In Matthew’s words, we are ‘unhealthy, toxic, and detrimental to the health of this church,’” Loren said. “So much for a smooth transition,” he muttered. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he lowered his chin to his chest and avoided eye contact with me. It was clear this knocked him off his feet. Nausea gripped me and that morning’s oatmeal landed in the toilet.

As we sat on our bed tensely searching the internet for answers, the termination letter came through with flesh-tearing words felt purposefully to rip our hearts. Gentle tears turned into sobs reading the letter. It was filled with lies, stripping us of our dignity, and erasing our integrity as we were planning to shift our growing family to a new church, city, and ministry. Frantically searching for something stable to hold onto, we called Bill who was close to the situation and understood its complexity. He knew how messy the entire staff was, how tired, and off the leadership team was. It had been a long few years and he intimately knew.

Church planting was ridiculously fun the first year, but became increasingly harder and demanded more than all of us in the continuing years. It wore us thin, especially in the most important parts of us. It was justified by helping so many people uncover God for the first time. Releasing my sanity for someone’s salvation? It seemed like an easy decision for a while.

Furious, Bill told us he would try to figure out how to fix some of the broken pieces. The termination letter stated very clearly we could not speak of the avalanche of unhealthy events leading to this moment, at least not with truth because the truth painted a poor picture of those involved. If we painted poor pictures of the church’s leadership—even if that’s what the truth revealed—our two months of severance pay would be withheld. I now knew what a gag order felt like.

The day’s plans were drastically changed since we were no longer preparing for middle school youth group. Unexpectedly released from planning weird games, picking up snacks, and practicing the prayed-through message, our minds filled up with insecurities and lies. Matthew’s words and intense labeling of “unhealthy, toxic, and detrimental” fabricated themselves into the quilt of our identity, leaving us later the taxing work of uprooting it. Battered at soul level, wondering if he was right—if we were the problem—we sought out safe people who could help us process the bomb that just blew up our world.

The shock of such betrayal and damage clung to us like leeches on a mound of raw flesh. Loren and I ping-ponged hurt driven questions as we drove our car to some trusted friends, people who knew us. Questions consumed our minds on our drive over: how could Matthew spew such hateful words; did he mean them and really not care for the lies he was sewing into the quilt of our identity? How could he say we were toxic, unhealthy, detrimental, slanderers? We had given years of ourselves, built our entire marriage and life around this church plant, but suddenly we are so toxic we must be banned?

What was Matthew going to say to people who asked about us? We couldn’t even say goodbye to our youth group? They meant the world to us. They hold chunks of our hearts. It isn’t like us disappearing was going to delete the imprint we left, our legacy, or the love people had for us. Dismissing us immediately wasn’t going to expunge the dysfunction we participated in. How was his story of firing my husband going to unfold for others? Would Loren be depicted as the gracious, teachable leader I knew him to be, or made out to be a horrible, godless person who doesn’t know how to communicate? And what about our adoption? Do we tell the adoption agencies we are currently jobless and unsure of when we’ll be receiving income again? This baby inside of me. Would the stress wear on me and cause another miscarriage?

Do we continue pursuing a position as youth pastors, or make a career change? Do we move across the country to somewhere new, or Idaho where Loren’s family is, or Portland where it is a bit more diverse? How do we confidently move forward when everything feels so tender, broken, and confusing?

Pulling into our friend’s driveway, the car sat idling as we gathered enough pieces of ourselves to walk through Jesse’s door. Enough pieces, that is, only to drop them and fall apart again before Jesse and her husband. This situation felt unfair and I was furious. “I will never be the same again,” I thought as a burning fury formed into a profound amount of pain. I felt it searing, piercing my heart in a way that would change me forever.

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1 Comment

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    That must have been devastating. How are you able to put this in print now? Won’t they come after you again?
    My hubby and I had to leave a church. But we moved to a better place. God led us all the way! Hubby is now a retired pastor with another denomination. And still preaches when our pastor can’t because he is an Army Chaplain reservist. God I’d good. I’m glad you came through it! Blessings

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