Parting with Tradition
December has arrived, and with it the full onslaught of Christmas preparations. Our house is decorated; now I’m turning my attention to the holiday baking, gift-buying, and end-of-the-year and...
Author: Laura Cerbus
A Different Kind of Sight
I found out today that the habit I’ve picked up in the past couple of months is called doomscrolling. Even if the term is new to you, as it...
Let It Be
The word “disciple” usually brings to mind the Twelve: Jesus’ closest followers, the men with whom he spent most of his three-year ministry. From the many stories we have...
The Help We Need
For us cross-cultural workers, so far away from our mothers, we tend to mother ourselves — to hack and schedule and self-care our way into health and flourishing. And...
Not My Own
“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of voice or presence. A petite, white-haired woman in a...
Seasonal Disorientation {The Grove: Regional Traditions}
In the northeastern United States where I grew up, the holidays of the church moved with the rhythm of the seasons. In November, the days grew shorter as our...
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Last week a neighbor popped over to give my children the toys she had earned through her grocery store purchases. That gesture, entirely mundane and unremarkable...
When It’s Not My Story
I have a prayer letter to write. It’s been on my to-do list for the past three weeks now -- each Saturday, I write it again in my planner...
Pruning Season
July — here, in the Southern Hemisphere, the second month of winter. In southern Australia, this means just-above freezing temperatures, rain, rain, and more rain. It also means pruning...
Where Discernment Begins {The Grove: Discernment}
“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is...
