Lysa TerKeurst shares this story in her book, What Happens When Women Walk in Faith.
She and her family discovered that her property line crossed a neighbor’s. In order to change the mistake, they needed to move a driveway. In order to move a driveway, they needed to drain a pond.
They offered to buy the property. The neighbor declined.
They offered to drain the pond and right the mistake, and asked for time to do so. The neighbor declined.
Shortly after Lysa arrived home to see the neighbor building a fence across Lysa’s driveway.
Stop for a moment. . . Great story, but imagine this. Really imagine it. Put yourself in her shoes. Your children will arrive home on the bus soon. Your car is parked in the road. A fence divides you from your home. Your children can climb the fence or swim across the pond. What would you do?
Back to the story.
Lysa parked her car in the road and walked to the house. She had tried to be civil. To do the right thing. It was an innocent mistake, and not a mistake on her part, but rather a property line error. She was trying to make it right, and yet the neighbor was making it difficult. Antagonizing. Unreasonable. For most of us, this would make us simmer or erupt. Lysa was angry, and as she paced, God began to speak to her heart.
“Bring her a cup of cold water.”
“It’s hot outside. She’s working hard. Bring her a cup of cold water.”
Now this is where we really want a happy ending. The “and everyone loved each other and made up” part. But it’s not what happened. The woman took the cup of cold water and kept on hammering.
As Lysa walked away, God showed her something valuable. That living a life that requires faith isn’t about happy endings. It’s about responding to the heartbeat of God as we work, live, and play in real life.
It’s not going with feelings, or what we are entitled, but to live in a way that reflects Him.
That day Lysa learned to love her enemies, and to treat others the way she would want to be treated. A very scriptural and profound response. She grew in her faith. She walked in faith. Maybe nothing happened in her circumstances, but a great deal happened inside of her.
This story made me ask this question: Do I ask “what is your heartbeat, God? Or do I just go with the flow, the feelings, the natural inclination.
What might happen if I did ask this question? How would it change me? And how would it change the course and direction of my life?
It’s a question I plan to ask today, and tomorrow. Will you do it with me? Let’s see what God can do when we truly begin to ask the question, listen to the response, and obey. . .