No Room

“She gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.” Luke‬ ‭2:7‬

I cleaned my closet.

I know, I know. A bit of a stretch, you’re thinking.

But I did. Motivation was strong. Hopes were high. I was dreaming big.

Big space, that is.

I have a teeny weeny old fashioned closet. But it really isn’t the fault of the closet that I have no room to cram one more item into it.

I just have too much stuff.

So I took every garment, every item out, sorted it, and took stock.

Yep. Just as I thought.




If I know where to put things, I’m reasonably good at keeping them tidy.

It’s the crap I don’t know how to categorize that has me stumped. Old pieces of art. Boxes of random camera parts. Socks too thick to fit in a drawer.

Sheesh kapeesh.

I was sorely tempted just to cram it all back into the closet – but even organizing it wouldn’t magically make the problem disappear.

I needed to downsize.

So I got to work. I made one garbage pile, one give away pile, and one keep pile.

It worked.

What a difference.

It got me thinking about the state of my heart. If my heart has a closet, I’m afraid to open the door.

But I really need to.


There’s work ideas and plans – that’s a biggie. Hung in rows are financial obligations, holiday menus, good intentions, all in relatively neat order.

There’s also baggage from the past shoved in behind the dirty laundry in a jumbled heap on the floor. Garbage. Dreams on hold. Random apps that take way too much of my time away. Bad habits, crumpled feelings, disappointment.


No wonder there isn’t much room left.

Not a single spot for peace. Joy. Contentment. Love – nope. Just tired grouch face.

Let alone space for the Prince of Peace.

This is such a good time of the year to have a good old closet cleaning. It has become an annual ritual to take stock, catch my breath, and sort into piles. Tidy up.

Make room for the One who had to lie in a cattle trough, of all things, when no one had room the first time around.

What is the state of your heart’s closet?

What are you storing in there that no longer has value? What could you remove this holiday season to make room for your Saviour?

I’m doing some reorganization, some downsizing. I need more room.

Make room with me today?

Father, our world is so crammed with distractions that it’s easy to stuff our inner spaces too full with ‘stuff’, and forget to make room for You. Forgive us. Show us how to clean our closets and sort and discover new ways to carve out space for a Saviour. Amen.

Published by melodylowes

I am actually a bit of a mess. But in the mess, I’m finding security in knowing I am chosen, I am forgiven, and I matter. After uncovering a history of abuse in my past, I have done a lot of healing - and writing is one way I can invite you deeper into your own healing journey! I write devotionals about the complicated thing called life at, and my poetry is stashed at Pull up a chair and a coffee or tea and let's grow together!

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