Less Clutter, More Him. Learning Contentment and Trusting God’s Provision

I’ve never been someone who rejected the pleasures of life. I enjoy the little things—beauty, creativity, moments of joy. But the more I grow in my walk with Jesus, the more I notice my heart changing. My interest in worldly desires isn’t what it used to be—not because I was ever obsessed with them, but because my joy is being re-centered. What once felt exciting no longer compares to serving Him and living for His purpose.

God has been calling me to declutter—not just my space, but my focus. Less distraction. Less striving. Less attachment to things that don’t hold eternal value. Even when my bank account doesn’t seem to reflect the plans God has placed in my heart, He continues to make a way. As a single mother with one income, He doesn’t just provide—He provides abundantly.

My son is in sports, well cared for, and never lacking. Our needs are met, and beyond that, God still allows room for joy. I still get to enjoy the finer things of life—not as an idol, but as a gift. This season has shown me that trusting God doesn’t lead to deprivation; it leads to peace, provision, and overflow in the ways that matter most.

My joy now looks like obedience. It looks like standing at my farmers market—selling, creating, and talking about Jesus. It looks like conversations that point people back to Him. It looks like creating merch that glorifies God and using entrepreneurship as a tool to expand His kingdom. Somehow, He lets me serve Him, provide for my family, build community, and still enjoy life—all at once.

There are things I still desire. I desire a home. I desire a husband. I desire the promises God has spoken over my life. But I’ve learned that I can desire those things without being discontent where I am. My circumstances aren’t perfect—but they’re not terrible either. And right here, in the middle of it all, my joy remains steady.

One of the sweetest blessings in this season has been the friendships God has sent into my life. I get to enjoy and build deep, trusting connections with friends who encourage me, pray with me, speak truth in love, and walk alongside me in faith. These relationships remind me that God is intentional—not just about provision, but about community.

I have what matters most: true peace in Jesus, the joy of the Lord, freedom from sin, meaningful friendships, and the ability to fully enjoy my role as a mom. This season is one of preparation—preparing to be a wife, expanding my ministry, growing community, and building with purpose. Instead of rushing ahead, I’m learning to rest right here and trust God’s timing.

Less clutter. More Him. Less striving. More trust. Less focus on what’s missing—and more gratitude for what He’s already done.

“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us.” — Ephesians 3:20