Fancy But Frugal

24.  That’s the number of people who messaged me to tell me their own story after news broke of our miscarriage.  24.  An astonishingly high number of people in my own circle who quietly had a miscarriage; some who had  never told anyone  because of guilt, shame, and fear of what others would think.  24.  Why is this such a taboo topic? How can society give women the courage and strength to share their story? How can you be a safe person for your friend who just had a miscarriage? It’s hard; I get it. I never knew what to say (or not say) when my friends had a miscarriage. Here are some tips from my experience of how to comfort someone during this time: • Don’t ask why . Please educate yourself. A quick Google search will tell you that most of the time, miscarriages happen due to chromosomal issues. Something just didn’t match up right. Even knowing this, I can assure you that the mom is replaying every move she made and every food she ate, w...

“Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.” – One Republic Over the last 6 months, the most important thing I’ve learned is how naturally detached I am from God. Simply by being born, my very own nature innately and consistently chooses to turn away from God and focus on myself. How heartbreaking. My heart is an idol factory , always on the lookout for ways to make myself feel valued, loved, and worthy. If I take my eyes off Christ for a second ( which, let’s be honest, happens about 37,892 times a day ), I begin looking for the next best thing, trading in His promises for a cheap, temporary fix. Why does it feel so natural to chase these other things (idols, sins, gods)? How could my heart do this to God over and over again? In the wise words of One Republic, “everything that kills me makes me feel alive.” How true is that? Seeking ourselves often provides an immediate, exaggerated spike in self-gratification.   We feel alive and better than ever; endorphins pumpin...