Audible is my bestie. This season I learned about, "The Visibility Rule" from yet another book on de-cluttering and organization.
If I haven’t seen it in 6 months, it’s probably not part of this season.
If I forgot I owned it, it’s probably not meant to go with me where I’m headed.
Welcome to the Visibility Rule — because clutter isn’t just stuff... sometimes it’s grief wearing a dusty sweater and trinkets in an old nut can.
It’s been a year and a half since I lost my mom, and still, I find myself standing in doorways, staring at bins, whispering, "Mom, why did you have all this STUFF!" I can hear her responses,
and the goofy expression of "What can I say" with a smirk and an eye roll. I whisper,
“Lord, help me know what to keep and what to release.”
Every object holds a memory.
And as an artist, everything "could" be repurposed, right?
“This chipped mug could be a planter. This scrap of lace could be a collage.”
Everything CAN be art... but not everything is meant to be kept.
Some days I move with clarity.
Other days, I get lost in the weight of a single photo.
But I’m learning: healing isn’t linear, and de-cluttering isn’t just about making space on the shelf — …it’s about making space in the heart.
So I sort slowly. I pray often. People criticize the mess. I fight the paralysis of letting go.
And I trust that God is gently helping me trade ashes for beauty, one drawer at a time.
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