As I was sitting on the couch with my laptop a few weekends ago deleting some stuff [and praying that my college/Africa laptop is NOT shot] my husband says something profound.
he looks at me and says, “ya know, you’ve spent so much time the past few months cleaning out and making space” why yes, he’s right. and he’s not just talking about space on my apple products.
Maybe it started with the 7 study, but I feel like I’ve been prompted to clean out my physical clutter, so He can get to my heart. unclutter my heart if you will. and it’s a constant fight/struggle. I don’t want to keep “filling up” after I have cleaned out. ya know? I want to be ok with the not full closet, or not perfectly accessorized shelves. I want to have things to give away when people are needing to raise money for things. I don’t want to hold so tightly to my “stuff”.
Last weekend some friends were having a huge garage sale for their ministry and literally I had to take things off my wall to give. I have cleaned out, and cleaned out, and cleaned out – that I literally am left with what I use [well, mostly].
and yet, when I really need to make a few bucks – I find stuff. stuff stuff stuff. how is it that I still think that 45 “hanging shirts” in my closet still “not a lot” ??
So what is God clearing the space for? that I don’t know, but I do know that I like it. It’s hard. it’s refining. it’s challenging me. but it’s good.
how is God calling you to make space?
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