It takes that long. And that little.
All you runner people will cringe. Laugh maybe. But 12 minutes is my mile number.
And I try to run it EVERY DAY.
I slip out of the house at some point. Kick the boys off Spotify. And decompress with every footstep on the pavement.
No. I can’t run a marathon. No. It’ still not easy. Yes. I sweat like a mule.
But I come back better. Refreshed. Claiming something small as mine and for me.
I’m not sure how much free time you have. I’m not sure where God has put you and what you do every day. But I can bet you get overwhelmed. And frustrated. And desperate for a break.
What if you joined up a couple 12 minute moments every day? 12 minutes in the afternoon on a run? 12 minutes in the morning with Him? 12 minutes at night with a good book?
My walk with Christ is like a 12 minute moment that I keep stacking day after day. We have a relationship that’s not hit or miss. Or on one week and off the next. It’s real. And it’s predictable.
Not because I schedule it. Not because I check off the Bible reading plan taped to the wall. Or because I scribble in my flowered journal most every day.
My relationship with Christ is based on grace. And His faithfulness to me. During 12 minute runs. Or 5 minute cry-fests.
When we fail, He doesn’t. When we quit, He doesn’t.
“Jesus’ compassion never holds us to a standard of perfection, but always holds us in His arms of grace.” (Ann Voskamp)
On 12 minute runs. In 12 minute traffic. During 12 minute meetings. God’s love will be with you today.
“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)