One of the more wild, weird and wonderful things that happened while we were living on Borneo is “my” mountain. There is a beautiful jungle mountain that my husband and his teammates routinely flew over on their way home from their usual Monday/Friday route. It was so remote it didn’t have a name on any map that Jason could find, so my romantic husband named it Robyn’s Rock. It is rugged and embodies the beauty of the rain forest. One day, Jason found himself flying a photographer hired by Prince Harry to create a coffee table book for world leaders at a summit looking at climate change. MAF does surveys like these to subsidize patient and church flights, being Robin Hood as Jason likes to say. The photographer was in Kalimantan to document strip mining and deforestation, and on the way back he started taking pictures of “my” rock. He asked Jason it’s name. Jason told him that as far as he knew it didn’t have one and what he had named it. The photographer made sure he spelled my name correctly and told Jason that he wouldn’t be able to tell him if any photos of the mountain made it into the book since Jason isn’t, well, a world leader, but if one did it would be called Robyn’s Rock. This was a fun reminder of what an amazing husband I have, and also how our God gives us gifts and adventures far beyond what we can ask or imagine!

1 John 3:1 See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.