I was knee-deep. Treading through piles of what to keep, donate, sell. Never have I been more determined to lighten our storage closet, our lives, my mind.
It’s been a theme of mine this year it seems. Striving to simplify. Re-organize. De-clutter. Streamline the stuff on this earth that has our name carved into it. Most would think we don’t have a lot, but I know better. We have more than we need.
My husband has always been able to see right through me and this night was no exception. He saw the look of exasperation I was trying to pass off as motivation and jumped in head first to help.
And just when I was about to joke that all this feels like a boa constrictor, I get that tingle on the nape of my neck. The one I’ve learned means a lesson is fast approaching. Then, this verse comes to mind:
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.
I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.
What was He trying to say? That I didn’t need to get rid of these clothes? That I shouldn’t sell this typewriter I’ve never once used but only enjoy looking at?
It was as if I was trying to throw in a rebuttal when I recalled these verses:
Then Jesus said to his disciples,
“I tell you the truth, it is very hard
for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
I’ll say it again—it is easier for a camel
to go through the eye of a needle
than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God!”
And I tell Him right then and there I don’t ever want to seem rich. I want to be more like the birds, not needing a barn to store things in **. I don’t want the riches of this world to distract me from making my way Home. I’d rather sell it all and live in a van down by the river…
I must admit to you, this is a common thing between Him and I. So much so I should have expected what was to come: that sick feeling I get in my chest when I’ve got things all wrong. Yet no matter how many times I miss the mark, He always offers grace. He gently reminds. Always pointing me back to the road leading me Home.
With one cleansing breath, I was ready for it. I closed my eyes and let His voice wash over me.
Child, you’re so focused on less when I want you to focus on more.
You want to be empty when I want you to be full.
For I came to give you life to the full.
Set your heart on wanting more, child. More of Me.
Want Me and less will want you.
Make more room for Me and all the clutter in your life will be revealed.
Forget about needing to be less. I want you to be so much more…
No sooner had the moment started than it was already gone, leaving me breathless in the wake. When I opened my eyes, a new passion washed over me. A deep yearning sparked within leaving me anxious to live out this new calling.
Friends, forget less. I want more. More of Him. It will naturally make less of me. I want to make more room for Him and watch Him reveal what needs to be removed because of it. Will you join me?
I look back at the antique typewriter and say in a way even my husband is convinced: “Let’s sell it. I don’t need it anymore. No, I’m not going to miss it.”
How about you, friend? Do you want more? How do you make more room for Him? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
** For reference check out Matthew 6:25-34
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