A Note On Grumbling

Today finds me, while still pregnant, two days closer to being not so and in a somewhat sunnier disposition than my last post. There is no significant reason for the latter- perhaps just the ebb and flow of hormones? Since the time I have to use that excuse is waning I suppose I should employ it. Hormones or no, I was convicted about my grumbling and feel compelled to address it. It all started because Josh insisted I read The Great Divorce by C. S. Lewis (it has nothing to do with marriage for those who aren't familiar with it...it's a fictional story about someone who visits heaven and hell) because he'd read it and needed someone to discuss it with. It's a short read...just a matter of hours...so I read it this week. (Good book- I highly recommend it.) There's a portion where there is this forlorn spirit doing nothing but complaining for a good two pages or so. Observers say of her that "The question is whether she is a grumbler, or only a grumble." and then explain the difference between the two as this: "...it begins with a grumbling mood, and yourself distinct from it: perhaps criticising it. And yourself, in a dark hour, may embrace [that mood]. [Eventually] there [may] be no you left to cricise the mood...but just the grumble itself going on forever..." So I must watch (and repent of) my complaining...for I want not to be a grumble. :)