A few years back, my husband, Mark, started talking about connecting with our neighbors. He'd listened to the audiobook of The Art of Neighboring
, and it challenged him to make some changes in how we interacted with our neighbors. His extrovert's heart was stirred and that was good. My response? An outward nod, a “sounds good.” Inwardly, I was thinking, “More power to you, Sweetie, just don't make me go with you!”
Mark and I are firmly planted on opposite ends of the introvert/extrovert spectrum. He loves
to meet new people. Me? Not so much. My worst nightmare is having to walk into a room full of strangers and pretend to be sociable. I'd much rather be in hermit mode, emerging only for trips to the library for more books or to work on the flowers in my yard.
So this neighboring thing didn't really resonate with me. We already knew the the readily friendly neighbors and wasn't that enough? But, over a period of months, I listened to my husband pray and I heard his heart. And, though I wasn't stirred to share his passion, I was stirred to support him in it. I didn't do anything earth-shattering. I simply started praying for God to honor Mark’s heart and encourage him in this endeavor. And, over time, my prayers for Mark turned into prayers for our
family and what God wanted to do with us
in our neighborhood.