Widow Stories: 5 More Minutes

Remember summer days when you were a kid? You woke to warm sunshine. Birds singing outside your open window. Smells of breakfast coming from the kitchen. Your local radio station broadcasting the morning news.

As soon as you ate and got dressed, you got your last minute instructions from Mom. Then you were out the back door. Ready to find the next adventure that was waiting for you.

 Childhood friends, West Frankfort, Illinois

Childhood friends, West Frankfort, Illinois

You filled your days with pretend and stories and games and friends. A quick drink from the hydrant on your way across the yard. A walk to the library and a journey into new books. A bike ride on the last street at the edge of town. A swim at the public pool. A sno-cone at the park. A slow walk to the neighborhood grocery store to buy some candy. 

 Childhood summers, West Frankfort, Illinois

Childhood summers, West Frankfort, Illinois

Just a couple of quick inside breaks for bathroom and meals. Then back outside to squeeze a little more fun into a rapidly ending day.

 Our backyard, 409 N. Bryan St., West Frankfort, Illinois

Our backyard, 409 N. Bryan St., West Frankfort, Illinois

You knew the dreaded time: when the streetlights came on. That’s when you had to go inside for bath and bed. 

The streetlights always came on when you least expected. Just when the lightning bugs were appearing, and you and your friends were ready to chase them. Just when you were telling stories under the maple trees in your front yard. Just when you were sitting on the back steps and making plans for the next day.

That’s when you made your case. Met your Mom at the back door and said pleadingly, “5 more minutes. Can we have 5 more minutes?”

Time was so precious, and summer was so short. All you needed to make the day perfect was 5 more minutes.

I feel like that with God sometimes. There is so much more of life I want to live. So many more things I want to see. So much more to learn and do and experience and give.

As each month folds into the pages of my personal book of days, I keep looking at my to-do list. I hear myself saying to God sometimes: “5 more minutes, Lord. Can I have 5 more minutes?” 

Because of Jesus, God understands the things that hold us to Earth. He knows about love and plans and encounters and separation. He knows about our desire to see more people accept Christ. He knows about the unfilled dreams and the unresolved situations.

 My photo: Display at Chicago Flower and Garden Show, 2018

My photo: Display at Chicago Flower and Garden Show, 2018

God already knows the day when our earthly time is up. When there are no more minutes left to grant our request for 5 more minutes. He is standing at the door to eternity. Waiting to take us in his arms. Walk with us on the streets of gold. Show us everything we’ve been missing during our earthly life. 

The Lord says: “Look! I am creating new heavens and a new earth, and no one will even think about the old ones anymore." — Isaiah 65:17

Treasure every minute you still have for life on Earth. Make every minute count. Dedicate every minute to what God has for you to do. Blessings await.


Laura Warfel is a widow, writer, and follower of Jesus Christ. Her greatest joy is to bring others along with her on her faith journey. In 2015, because of the encouragement of the Launch Out Conference and Jon Acuff, she launched More Than A Widow on Facebook and Twitter. Today she blogs, tweets, and posts to help widows (and those who know them) find encouragement, hope, and resources for the journey. Her goal is to help all widows live beyond the label and live as more than a widow.
Copyright © 2018 by Laura Warfel