This post is sponsored by Pink Blush, but as always, all thoughts and opinions are honest and my own.
For the past few months, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect flowy black top. I wanted it to be long enough for me to comfortably wear with leggings, but breathable so that I wouldn’t spontaneously combust in this Georgia heat.
I didn’t think it was a tall order, but I wasn’t finding anything I liked! I finally decided to try Pink Blush and voila! I found exactly what I was looking for!
I will never forget the exact moment when the process started. I was back-to-school shopping with my girls, looking for clothes for my up and coming kindergartner. In the midst of this milestone of an occasion, my heart started beating rapidly and I could no longer think straight. One quick trip to the bathroom and I was gripped with fear.
We finished shopping and made it out of the store in record timing. Once we were home I immediately locked myself in the bathroom and began to cry. That night was the worst. The cries turned into deep weeping and agonizing pain, as I begged and pleaded for an alternative explanation before the Lord. I knew that I had just experienced loss in January, but 5 years ago I had a similar scare and that child was heading to school in a matter of days.
The praise and worship music blasted in our bedroom and the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. I tried to allow my faith to be bigger than my fear. I was determined to walk by faith and not by sight even though it seemed an impossible task as the bleeding continued.
Over and over I said these words:
I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine.
In Jesus’ Name.
I held onto hope as much as I possibly could. I wavered and crumbled and picked myself up time and time again. Those 5 days were the longest. Finally it stopped. I felt a sense of relief but it didn’t last. So what did this mean? I needed confirmation.
Two negative tests and an ultrasound later, I think I heard my heart actually breaking.
It happened again. I miscarried again. And I’m so angry about it.
This meal was provided by Dinner Thyme in exchange for an honest review. As always, I only share what I love and appreciate your continued support!
If you know me in person this won’t come as a surprise to you, but cooking is not my thing.
Ok, ok. Now everyone in the “Amen” corner please settle down. LOL.
In all seriousness, I don’t enjoy cooking. I don’t even enjoy grocery shopping. In fact, I despise it. And while my husband will graciously eat all of my meals (let’s face it, the man has to eat something), there are only a handful of dishes that I feel I really knock out of the park.
In addition to my general disdain for the whole process, there’s this thing called time that no one ever has enough of. Evenings are especially challenging with my husband’s work schedule, church activities, getting the girls to bed on time (HA!), etc, but we have to eat!
We don’t want to fall in to the quick but unhealthy fast food routine, so we decided to give Dinner Thyme a try!