Closet Doors & Skies Wide Open: Finding Hope Between Hangers and a Vintage Dana Buchman Blazer

There was a time when my world felt as small as a closet…

and now, by the grace of God, I’m standing in my own version of wide open spaces — remembering that with Him, anything is possible.

Last week was all about the muck… the gross… the muddy detox foot bath that I am still choosing to believe was cleansing me 😅

Because sometimes hope looks like this:

Choosing to believe…

even when it’s messy.

even when it doesn’t make total sense.

even when it still looks a little… brown. 🤣

About 3 months ago, after one too many tequilas with Nick 🍸 (you know the feeling), I woke up anxious, nauseous, and scrolling Facebook at 5am after two Advil and a prayer.

And that’s when I saw it—

A mom from Ema’s high school — hilarious, bold, putting herself out there while building her life coaching business (as her daughters cringe and their friends secretly love it 💁‍♀️)

She was launching a 90-day coaching group for the new year.

Clearly… I needed a life reset.

So naturally…

I commented “IN” at 5am.

Fell back asleep.

Forgot about it.

Until she texted later:

“Wait… are you actually in? Or just helping my stats?” 😂

Without hesitation:

IN.

And I truly believe…

God works like that.

He places people in your life exactly when you need them.

What started as a random, slightly hungover decision…

turned into something sacred.

Four of us.

Every Wednesday.

Journaling. Talking. Laughing. Sometimes crying.

Women who barely knew each other—

now part of my story.

My support.

My reset.

They helped me:

✨ find purpose after losing my job

✨ start sharing my writing publicly

✨ begin my memoir

✨ and slowly… come back to myself

Because what I haven’t shared fully yet…

is that before this season…

there was a time I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.

There was a time when the only place that felt small enough to hold me…

was my closet.

Sitting on the floor between old jerseys, sneakers, and a red blazer from a life I didn’t recognize anymore…

trying to figure out how to keep going.

That’s where I made a promise.

A quiet one.

A desperate one.

A covenant with God:

I will stay.

Not because it was easy.

Not because I had answers.

But because somewhere deep down…

I still believed He wasn’t done.

And here’s what I know now—

When you choose to stay…

God sends people.

He sends angels.

He sends community.

He sends light back in… slowly, gently, faithfully.

Sometimes those angels look like:

✨ a Wednesday night group

✨ a life coach who makes you laugh and helps you find the light

✨ a friend who joins at just the right time

✨ and yes… even someone who walks into your life and helps you see yourself again

Enter Molly — our official closet angel ✨

The irony is not lost on me…

That the place where I once sat in the dark, questioning everything—

has now become a place of light, style, confidence… even joy.

Molly has this gift — she sees beauty before you see it yourself.

She can walk into a closet and pull together pieces you forgot you had…

and somehow remind you who you are.

But that’s how God works.

He doesn’t just pull you out of the dark.

He redeems the space.

On Holy Thursday, we remember the promise.

And Easter reminds us:

He keeps it.

He rebuilds.

He restores.

He brings light back in—every single time.

So if you are in a messy place…

a muddy place…

a quiet, hidden “closet” kind of place…

Please hear this:

You are not alone.

There is still hope.

There is still light coming.

And sometimes…

it starts with something small.

A comment at 5am.

A “yes” you don’t overthink.

A group.

A person.

An angel.

Because love stays.

And if you stay…

He will meet you there.

And that is the beauty of Easter—

we don’t walk it alone.

We walk it together.

In faith.

In community.

In the company of angels.

And today, on Holy Thursday…

I just feel overwhelming gratitude.

For a God who never left me.

For a God who heard me in the dark.

For a God who didn’t just pull me out…

but is still, piece by piece, putting me back together.

Because somewhere along the way…

when I thought I had lost myself—

He was actually helping me find my true self.

The one He created me to be.

Not defined by titles.

Not defined by seasons.

Not defined by what was lost.

But rebuilt in Him.

Stronger.

Softer.

Wiser.

Whole.

She is fearless…

because He is faithful.

And when you put your faith in God…

He sends angels.

People who lift you.

Who see you.

Who help piece you back together.

Who fill your soul… until one day you realize—

you didn’t just survive it…

you became someone even more aligned with who you were always meant to be.

So keep the faith.

Stay.

Trust.

And always…

dream big.

Because with God—

all things are possible.

And maybe… just maybe…

those wide open spaces you’ve been longing for

are closer than you think.

Amen