A Treasure Indestructible

My mother’s journals sat in a box in my garage. They covered 40 years – from soon after she chose to follow Jesus, on our Oregon farm, to living in Israel, Russia and Azerbaijan, working as a linguist and Bible translator. And before she died, she’d asked me to destroy them. “But Mom,” I’d protested, driving her home from one of her many doctor’s appointments during her final months with cancer. “Those are the stories of your life. They are a treasure.”

Mother’s Day without mom

Mother’s Day without mom

Life is marked by many milestones. Graduating from high school or college. Moving away from home. Landing a serious job. Maybe getting married or becoming a parent. Some events we work hard to achieve. Others we work equally hard to avoid. But, with the passage of...