Emily Dickinson wrote those words. Maybe she meant to look for God's new mercies.
They are new every morning. I spent a year training myself to look for them as the
days unfolded. I forget now to notice unless I am really praying for his mercy for
a particular prayer - asking- pleading-telling God my needs when I know He knows-
waiting.....and Emily finishes her poem:
| Contented, known, before | 30 |
| The heaven unexpected came, | |
| To lives that thought their worshipping | |
A too presumptuous psalm. photo found here There are many words here to prick the and awaken the heart like the beauty of this photo: unexpected. Unexpected Grace... our hearts yearnings. Christ's business. He gives and wows us even when we have a presumptuous psalm. I have prayed some of those presumptuous psalms. Thinking upon Emily's words and heaven unexpected came. |
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