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...
Author: Laura Cerbus
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...
A More Complicated Story
A few months ago, while we were back in the States for the holidays, a dear friend asked me how I thought I had changed since moving to Australia....
