just five minutes

𝐈 had 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 could 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

The year was 2012 and Ann Voskamp said I needed to walk five minutes of fresh oxygen into my cells each day(full disclosure: it was her blog post that told me-those daily blog posts coming to my phone were a lifeline). I’d been breathing through a cracked open window for two weeks in tiny snippets by that point and the idea of fresh air felt like a heap of timid amazing. The hubster got home a few hours later and I went walking. I promised myself that five minutes respite and timed it and this is where it took me. It took me to a place where I could see how safely held we actually were. This house cocooned us physically while God grew us spiritually. Love grew something amazing in that little house.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨. I desperately wanted him to feel fresh life breathed into him too. It took close to a month to work him up and work his fears out to five minutes; his brothers rode bikes and ran circles of delight around us. Those five minutes were a gift into seeing all the possibility that was ahead of us and offered a changed glorious hope.