What do you treasure?

Foreign culture has the ability to put the missionary at their wits end…transforming personalities, and leaving missionary parents grasping for a reason to delight in their children.


On the flip side, foreign culture has the ability to nurture gifts in the missionary that have never been recognized…opening minds to new ideas, and eyes to the glorious sights of God’s creative hands.


I did not expect to learn new life lessons during our family’s recent time spent apart. In the day to day as a missionary mom living in the jungle I had forgotten my treasure.


But my Father is with me and He is a master of restorative plans.


This was the first extended time for me to be alone with the girls. God used their glad hearts, imaginative minds and fearless souls to reawaken in me the joys of motherhood.


The girls and I knew we were incomplete without Bryan and Camden. God used the distance between us to sharpen my eyes to the gifts of my husband and my son.


While the boys were traveling the girls and I sang these words:

Jesus, Savior, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal.
Chart and compass come from Thee,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

My treasure is Jesus.

And I praise Him for giving me these precious stones.