Making Room to Flourish
JOURNAL ENTRY #37
MONDAY, JULY 20, 2026
Some days seem so ordinary that it’s hard to imagine there’s anything worth writing about.
This evening, I found myself wondering just that.
The day began with a visit to the dentist. My faithful partial, which had served me well for more than twenty years, finally gave way back in May. I’m now beginning the process of getting a full upper denture, pending clearance from my cardiologist. Until then, I’ve found myself quietly stepping out of the camera’s view. Sometimes life has a way of reminding us to embrace seasons just as they are — even the less glamorous ones.
Afterward, Jim and I treated ourselves to breakfast at Waffle House. It may not have been the most heart-healthy choice, but every now and then, sharing a simple meal together nourishes more than just the body.
The rest of the day unfolded quietly. I spent time in God’s Word, uploaded Journal Entry #30 to my website and social media, and continued taking small steps toward building something I’ve come to love so deeply.
Then I wandered out to check on my little herb garden.
Today was the first time I thinned my lemon balm seedlings and gave them their very first haircut. As I carefully snipped away tiny leaves and gently removed some of the crowded seedlings, I realized I wasn’t harming them — I was helping them.
Left to grow crowded together, they would all compete for the same sunlight, water, and nutrients. By making a little room, the remaining plants now have the opportunity to grow stronger and healthier.
Standing there in the garden, I couldn’t help but wonder how often our own lives are much the same.
Sometimes growth doesn’t come from adding more.
Sometimes it comes from making room.
Making room for peace instead of worry.
Making room for rest instead of constant striving.
Making room for faith instead of fear.
Even letting go of good things so that the best things have room to flourish.
As I gathered the tiny cuttings in my hand, I paused before tossing them aside. My first thought wasn’t whether they should be discarded, but whether they might still have a purpose. it reminded me that value isn’t always measured by where something ends up. Sometime what seems small or insignificant can still bless another corner of the garden.
Perhaps that’s true of us, too.
By the time I came back inside, I realized something.
I had started the evening believing I didn’t have anything to write about.
Instead, I found another reminder that beauty often hides in ordinary moments, patiently waiting to be noticed.
Maybe that’s one of life’s sweetest lessons.
When we slow down enough to pay attention, even a handful of tiny lemon balm seedlings can become a gentle reminder that sometimes the healthiest growth begins by making room for what truly matters.
And perhaps that’s one more way of finding beauty in the everyday.
‘Til next time…
— LHogarth
