“Enlarge the place of thy tent… lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes.”
Isaiah 54:2 (KJV)
This week I noticed something small that felt bigger than it should've. I opened my closet to get dressed and I just stood there. Not because I had nothing to wear, but because everything felt.....loud. Hangers pressed together like they were arguing for space. Shoes lined up in rows, some I haven't touched in months. Bags tucked in corners. A few outfits still holding memories from seasons I don't live in anymore. Right in the middle of it all was that familiar feeling: overwhelm....the kind that sneaks up before you even start your day. It wasn’t just a closet problem. It felt like a life problem.
Then I heard the quiet whisper of wisdom: “You can’t receive what you don’t have room for.” God’s word didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like permission. Permission to make space. Permission to prepare for what’s next. Permission to let go without guilt.
My mind went to the widow in 2 Kings 4:1–7, the one who came to Elisha with a need and a small jar of oil. He told her to borrow empty vessels. Not a few and to shut the door and pour. The oil kept flowing until there were no more vessels to fill.
That part got me: the miracle met the empty space.
So I decided to treat my closet like a vessel. I didn’t start with everything. I started with one section, one row of hangers and I asked God to sit with me in it. I held up pieces that no longer fit my body or my season. Things I kept out of “just in case.” Clothes I kept because they were expensive. Items I kept because I didn’t want to feel wasteful. And a few things I realized I kept because I wasn’t ready to admit I’ve grown.
And right there, in something as simple as a closet, God reminded me: growth requires release.
A crowded closet is like a crowded heart. You can close the door and pretend it’s fine, but eventually you open it and everything falls forward. Decluttering is choosing not to live like that but choosing peace on purpose. Because sometimes the blessing isn’t more clothes or more stuff. Sometimes the blessing is: breathing room, a clearer mind, a calmer morning, a space that matches the woman you’re becoming.
This week I learned that order can be worship. Letting go can be faith and an open shelf can be an invitation for God to fill my life with what actually fits.
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What am I holding onto that no longer fits who God is shaping me to be?
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What space can I make this week—so God can pour fresh oil into my life?