I spent half a day today cleaning out spaces I’ve let get away from me. Nothing dramatic, just those countertops and closets that quietly gather clutter over time. Instead of doing a few minutes each day to keep it in check, I let things pile up until it became a half-day project of sorting, tossing, and wondering why I ever kept some of this stuff in the first place.

Do you think the same is true for our inner selves? I think it might be. I wonder how often we mean to tend to the small things of the heart: the moments of reflection, the pauses to breathe, the quiet gratitude we intend to offer, the conversations we need to have, but let them slip by. Is it possible that we neglect the care of our spirits in the same way we neglect the corners of our homes? That we let the clutter build until it’s hard to find what really matters?

I’m not sure what the spiritual equivalent of a “junk drawer” looks like, but I have a feeling we all have one. Maybe it’s full of things we meant to deal with later like the conversations we still replay in our minds. Maybe it’s full of things we can’t quite let go of yet.

What I’m finding, both in my closet and my soul, is that when I start to clear a little space, I can breathe again. And in that space, I notice the quiet presence of grace - patient, steady, waiting.

My wish for you this week, Reader, is that you’ll take a few minutes to clear a bit of space in your home, your mind, or in your heart. May you find room to breathe and to rest in the quiet presence that’s been there all along, waiting to remind you that you are already enough. That's the fiLLLed life.

Live a fiLLLed life, Melissa ​