That was my word for the day. The word I kept chanting, hearing in my mind.
It was a perfectly fine day, but everything looked...everything felt....everything seemed....lackluster.
That's mumbling, murmuring, grumbling.
My devotions today said that "murmuring is diametrically opposed to" obedience (A Place Apart by M. Basil Pennington).
I was disobeying a call to joy, to contentment. A call to live fully and freely. A call to love.
Maybe I need to learn to love the white of snow. It is as this He will purify me.