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.