I didn’t know the Sycamore Tree was in the Bible. I just knew, as a small child, I loved it.
I would draw trees — endlessly. Before she passed, Mum told me how I’d drive her crazy about it.
“You kept talking about this tree that didn’t even grow here.”
I had never seen one in real life. I didn’t know why it captivated me. I just knew it did. Its strength. Its shade.
The way it stood — rooted and reaching. So when Ura, my husband, woke up one morning and said, “What about Sycamore Wellbeing?” as a potential business name, it felt right. Natural. Grounded. Beautifully “us.” A tree, and wellness. Nice. But what we didn’t know… was that God had already planted that seed.
We didn’t know the Sycamore Tree would become one of the most profound symbols of our faith.
We didn’t know He would use Egypt to lead me to Jesus.
We didn’t know we were saying yes to salvation when we said yes to the tours.
We were in New Zealand in 2015, surrounded by wild beauty. That’s where I first began to feel God — before I even knew His name.
He showed me the power of His creation.
He whispered that His plants were the answer.
I didn’t know anything about essential oils. But I had always been curious.
I saw clearly, through the ancient lands of Egypt, that these were tools of healing — His tools.
What I didn’t know then…
Was that He was calling me into deeper healing.
And slowly — lovingly — calling me to Himself.
In 2016, an act of God unexpectedly rerouted my tour back to Cairo.
(That’s a whole story in itself.)
But something shifted in me.
For the first time, I wondered… have I missed something?
God was planting breadcrumbs.
Each step, each sacred site, each woman I led through Egypt — it was all part of His pursuit. Of me.
Like the Hebrews in Exodus, He began speaking to me through culture, through land, through legacy.
He spoke a language I was finally willing to hear.
Then came 2020.
I had already seen it in visions.
I’d spoken it aloud to people I loved.
Six months earlier, I’d been in Egypt and said my goodbyes.
“I don’t know when I’ll return.”
They thought I was crazy.
Then it happened.
The world shut down.
My business collapsed.
My Facebook account was cancelled.
Ura and I were separated by 1,700 kilometres for four months —
He in Melbourne, the harshest lockdown in the world.
Me in Brisbane.
Everything I had warned about quietly in the background — the darkness, the deception — was now on full display.
And in the silence… Jesus called me home.
Today, I lead Sycamore Wellbeing with Ura — my husband, my co-labourer, my best friend.
Together, we walk with women and couples who are ready to reclaim wellness, reset their rhythm, and return to the simplicity of how God created them to live.
We host retreats.
We teach biblical wellness.
We run AromaTouch experiences.
We journey through the lands of the Bible — including the very Egypt where God first stirred my heart.
And through every offering, we point back to Jesus.
Today, when I take people through Egypt, we stop beneath the Sycamore Tree.
And we pray — yes, even in the chaos of Cairo.
We tell the story of Zacchaeus.
Of Mary washing the baby Jesus in the shade of the tree — by the living water. We speak about vision.
And we remember:
Nothing is accidental. Not even a tree a little girl once drew, over and over again.
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