Every morning, I sit at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee and take a deep breath of gratitude. I look around at the open, airy spaces. The clean counters and floors. Even with a full house—Justin and I have five children—there’s no mess, no clutter. Everything has breathing room, especially me.
It’s not because I’m an amazing housekeeper or a perfect wife and mom. I feel at peace because our house wasn’t always like this…. I wasn’t always like this. It took getting rid of 75 percent of our belongings. And more important, letting go of what was cluttering my soul so I could clear space for God.
I grew up in small-town Pella, Iowa. My mom stayed home with my two brothers and me, and my dad worked in window sales. I had a great childhood—faith and family were everything—but my parents didn’t have the budget for extras.
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