A poem by Sara Kay Mooney on the Mockingbird website made me smile by how it describes God rearranging our expectations:
"On the weekends, I play Wordle
with Jesus. He makes
the puzzles; I guess the words.
I’m not very good (though
I’m learning). That Christ—
he’s a tricky one. Always
thwarting expectations. Upending
things. Full of surprises, that guy.
...
Last week, shame
turned out to be share,
Sorry was story,
greed was greet,
...
See On the weekends, I play Wordle for the rest of the poem.
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