By Still Waters I

New Morning Sonnet

Today the sun came up with sharp hellos.
My eyes, surprised, oh my, they looked away.
And then, with awe and sweet shy aglow
Within the room, behind the glass, I gazed.
Horizon dim, so far away, bespoke
Of fleeing night and coming day.
Across the field, all sleeping things awoke
As darkness lifted and flung itself away.
And now the life is at the sill for me
And enters in the cold and early room.
The sleep is gone but leaves no vacancy,
The birth of day so like the empty tomb.
I pondered newness that repeats itself,
Like spring that shouts for praise unto Thyself.

New Morning Sonnet

Mrs. Agnew's Corner

A Run Away Story or A Day In The Life of A Busy Mom

While driving my youngest daughter to her soccer practice, I received a phone call. My daughter looked at the phone and said it was our vet. I told her to just let it ring because I figured I knew what they were calling about and that I wasn’t too happy with this vet anyway and that I was going to look around for a new one. The phone stopped ringing, and in a few minutes, we heard the message ding sound. The phone rang again, and it was the vet again. I sighed and told my daughter to give me the phone. I answered the phone, and the woman on the other end said that this was the vet’s office and that our dog, Holliday, had run away and was at a house near the next town. I said “What?” She said that a man called her and told her that Holliday was at his house and that the vet’s number was on his tag and that is how the vet’s office was able to contact us. I did not even realize that Holliday was gone! He rarely leaves the property, but we don’t always see him because he roams around our 35 acres or hangs out under one of our broken- down cars on the property. I did not see him when we left for soccer practice, but neither was I looking for him. I was so shocked. For Holliday to leave and go that far seemed incredible to me. I told the vet I was driving and could she please text me the contact information. She did, and I called up the gentlemen. He said, yes, the dog was there and had nipped at his mother when she came home. I asked him how Holliday had treated him, as Holliday does not like men, and he said that Holliday had also tried to be surly toward him when he came home, but that he made friends with Holliday and that everything was ok. I told him that Holliday had probably been trying to protect his own property from him. I asked him where Holliday was now, and he said that Holliday was on his front porch hanging out with his dogs. The gentlemen offered to drive Holliday home as he was going out anyway. We went over directions, and I discovered that he did not live near the next town really, but that his address had the name of the next town. Around here, the post office might give your address the city name of the closest city even though you are a several miles away from it. When we first moved here, the post office asked us which city we wanted for our address – the city to the south or the one to the north. I had chosen the one to the south as I figured that the post office to the south would be the one we would be most likely to drive past on our way home from errands and etc. Anyway, this gentleman’s address was for the city to the north, but he actually lives straight west of us behind the bluffs. So, Holliday did not travel as far as I thought. As it turns out, the gentleman is the nephew of another neighbor who also lives just over the bluff and with whom we have had other dog dealings. This uncle’s daughter owned a renegade black lab named Roscoe who, for a season, made his way over the bluffs quite frequently to visit Holliday. At first, we were enamored by Roscoe. But we soon discovered he was a pushy dog, literally, and a dog who would not go away. I took pity on him one cold night and let him stay in our garage, giving him supper that night and breakfast in the morning. That was his in, and thereafter, when Roscoe came trotting over the bluffs to visit, he would stay around for a while, and then he and Holliday would start off west toward the bluffs through our pasture to do who knows what and go who knows where. Then we would holler for Holliday to come back. He always did. We learned to put Holliday in the garage when we saw the black form of Roscoe trotting down from the bluffs toward our house. Occasionally, Roscoe brought a friend, then it was double trouble. We learned to keep Holliday in from these bad friends. After a while, Roscoe and company would get the hint that we were not letting Holliday out to play, and they would head back west again to do their mischief somewhere else. We had not seen Roscoe for many, many months, but when I heard that the gentleman who had Holliday was Roscoe’s owner’s nephew, the mystery of why Holliday would be across the bluffs made sense to me. But the gentleman said that he believed that Roscoe had passed some time ago. Well, perhaps it was his own dogs who were enticing Holliday? Who knew. The gentlemen said that Holliday had been there since morning. I was suspicious that perhaps he had been there all night, because, sometimes at night, I hear a dog barking in the distance and wondered if perhaps Holliday had wandered off toward that fellow dog sound in the dark. I apologized to the gentleman for any trouble caused by Holliday and thanked him for his trouble in getting Holliday back to us. I told him that I was not at home, but that my two sons would be there. We hung up, and I proceeded to call my eldest son, Tim, to tell him that a man was going to be coming to our property to drop off Holliday. Since none of us knew that Holliday was even gone, I felt that I should explain to Tim what would seem to be a very strange thing – here was a man whom Tim did not know, dropping off Holliday, whom Tim did not know was missing. I was also worried that the man would walk up to our house and ring the doorbell, because when Holliday hears the doorbell, no matter if he is in the house or outside, he goes crazy and has been known to bite the person ringing the doorbell even if the person who is ringing the doorbell is standing right next to him on the porch. Now, about a week ago, my eldest daughter had put her cell phone in the bottom of a bag she was using for church, and in that bag her water bottle was lying down sideways and leaked water all over everything, including her cell phone. We had tried all kinds of remedies to dry out the phone, including putting it in a container of rice, but to no avail. Since she needed a phone for her travels back and forth to work, she began to borrow her little sister’s phone. On the day we received the call regarding Holliday, I was, like I said, driving my daughter, who is this younger sister, to her soccer practice. Since during her soccer practice I needed to go the bank, I wanted her to have a phone, so she had borrowed her brother’s phone and left her ipod with him. Now her ipod can make and receive calls, but only via internet, which we have at the house, so that is why we took her brother’s phone and left her ipod with him. She had instructed him on how to use the phone before we left. So, when I tried to call him to let him know that a strange man was coming to drop off Holliday, I was frustrated that I couldn’t reach him. I tried and tried and tried, but to no avail. We were almost at soccer practice, and I was getting frantic because I knew that the gentlemen did not live that far away and would be at our house soon. My phone rang, and hoping it was my son, I was disappointed to see that it was not he, but a good friend of mine. Out of habit and stress, I picked up the call knowing that I really didn’t have time to talk to her. I hurriedly explained to her what was going on with Holliday. She knows Holliday and is a dog girl, so she completely understood. After I finished with my frantic story, I asked how she was doing, feeling bad, because I was wondering if she was calling me because of some trouble. She said that she was fine but that she was in the hospital with a friend who broke her wrist. I tried to focus on that situation enough to show that I cared, which I really did, but I had to get back to the Holliday problem. Jan was gracious and let me go. I phoned the gentlemen who was returning Holliday and was relieved that I had caught him just as he had gotten to our driveway. I told him to just let Holliday out and not to ring the doorbell because Holliday might bite him if he did. Whew. I think I covered all the bases. I dropped my daughter off at soccer and drove to the bank. On the way to the bank, my husband called me, and I told him I was on my way to the bank. He said he was calling me to see if I had remembered to go to the bank. Ha. I gave him a brief (unlike this account) rundown on Holliday. I was still pretty flustered when I arrived at the bank drive-through, and I know I said some things to the teller that made no sense at all, and when I thought about it later, I could almost see myself trying to explain to him about our crazy dog. Maybe he would have understood. After soccer, my daughter and I went grocery shopping. When we returned home, I discovered that Holliday had not stayed around after our neighbor had dropped him off, but had run away again, and that my son, indeed, never even knew that Holliday had been gone in the first place, and that Holliday had been brought back, and that he had run away again.

A Run Away Story or A Day In The Life of a Busy Mom

By Still Waters I

We Will Not Be Silent

Make a path, Oh, LORD.
Baptize us on our way through.
The dead rock
Split, to release life.
The torrent of blood
Stop, that healing
May be.
The young hand lift up, that
The maiden may arise.
The fish and bread
Multiply, that there may be
Skin put back on skin
That the ear may again
Work, LORD, work, as in the
First six days.
We are standing at the
Of the sea.
We will stand still and
We will see
The power of the LORD.
We will not be
Silent, but clamor
To be heard,
As the woman
Who lost her husband.
We will grab onto
Your hem.
We will raise holy hands.
We will climb a tree.
We will wrestle with You.
We will come down through
The roof.
We will seek You out
To turn our water into Your wine.
We will not
Be silent skeptics.
The blessings…
They belong to us.

We Will Not Be Silent

By Still Waters I

Breath on me,
Oh, Creator God,
You Who created
Heaven’s host
By this whisper.
Give me relief,
Oh, able breath.
But the heavens are still.

“With food and raiment
Shalt thou be content.” Food and raiment.
Is that enough?

I am the Bread of Life.
I am Living Water.
I am your Portion in this life.

Give me this day
My daily Bread.
Draw out for me
This Living Water.
Clothe me with
This Robe of Christ.
With Food and Raiment
I shall be content.

Breath of Life

By Still Waters I

“And God remembered Noah.” Genesis 8:1.

“And God remembered Noah.” I wonder what Noah was thinking while he and his small family, in their large boat, experienced day after day after day, the never-before-imagined, violent, and wrathfully wild torrents from above, the fierce and vehement waters bursting from below, the angry waves that lifted and dropped, the black skies that were sliced through with knives of furious lightning, and the thunder that was deafening to the ear. And then there was the care of his family during this raging storm – not to mention the care of all the animals. Did Noah expect this tempestuous chaos as the result of his faithfully obeying God’s command to build this huge boat? Was he tempted to question God and tell Him that this was not how it was all supposed to turn out? Did Noah and his family feel forgotten by God while their floating home was unceasingly buffeted by strong, angry waves and judgment-bent winds?

“And God remembered Noah.” Does God ever forget His children? Does He forget you when you are experiencing waves of trials for days on end: fatigue, sickness, unrelenting schedules, financial difficulties, temptations, difficult family relationships, difficult church situations, death of loved ones?

“And God remembered Noah.” Believer, are your days tumultuous? Have you sought to obey the Lord’s commands only to find that you are caught up in a life-storm that seems to be out of control? Don’t forget, God remembered Noah. God knew when to stop the storms, when to make the waters recede, and when to make the ark rest on solid ground.

“And God remembered Noah.” Noah went into the ark – and through the chaos – under God’s command, direction, and protection; and Noah left the ark under God’s command, direction and protection. Noah was brought to a place of rest and new beginnings. In thankfulness for his deliverance, Noah offered a sweet-smelling sacrifice to His God. Let us also, who have been delivered – and who will be delivered – offer ourselves as living sacrifices – holy and acceptable unto God – to the One Who remembers and saves.

And God Remembered Noah

By Still Waters II

I Just Don’t Remember

The essence of God’s goodness to His children is that because of the work of His Son, He forgets. He forgets our sins. This is amazing. God, who is Holy, Righteous and “Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto; whom no man hath seen, nor can see…”  (1 Timothy 6:16) forgets that His children have sinned against Him: “I, even I, am he that blots out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.” (Isaiah 43:25) Our transgressions are as if they are not. And if there is any doubt about whether or not our transgressions can still accuse us before the Holy God, the Holy God looks at Christ’s marred body and says to us: “What sins?” Oh, to “be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passes knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.”
Forgiveness equals forgetfulness. When Jesus teaches us to pray: Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.” it is as if He is saying: “Forget the sins done against you because I have forgotten the sins you committed against Me.” God does not ruminate, does not remember. Let us, by
God’s grace, become forgetful people in the same way.

This is the final installment in our mini-series on forgiveness. For the first two, please go to: Debt Free and Rich!!!  and What is Your Inheritance?

I Just Don’t Remember

By Still Waters I

gemsWhat is Your Inheritance?

“The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints,” Ephesians 1:18

In our last devotion (see Debt Free and Rich!!), we rejoiced that God releases us from our spiritual debt through the work of His Son. We then marveled that not only does He release His children from the debt we owe Him, but that He also makes us unbelievably rich! This is something!  We don’t owe anymore, and now we are rich beyond our dreams! What riches are these? The Egyptian royalty believed that after their death, they could still enjoy the riches they had in this life. Special tombs were built to accommodate this vain hope. The disappointment of the actual after-death-reality, not to mention the horrors of hell, must have been shocking and great. Proverbs 23:5 “Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.”

I want you to ponder God for a while. I want you to ponder Who He is. This holy exercise really takes a lifetime and beyond,  therefore, I only want to jump-start your meditation and guide your thoughts of Who God is in terms of the riches a believer has. I will list many attributes of God that will give you a hint of what riches are our own as redeemed children: Our God is Powerful, Our God is Faithful, Our God is the Comforter, Our God is Love, Our God is Unchangeable, Our God is Sovereign over all, Our God is Truth, Our God is our Father –  and has prepared a place for us with Him in glory. Each one of these attributes of God, and there are more, is in the everlasting heart-treasury of the child of God. As we walk through this pilgrim land, we pull out these treasures to lovingly handle them, to be in awe over them, and to make use of them in the many facets – joyful or otherwise – of our lives.

If you are an unbeliever, you do not have these treasures. You do not have them now, and you will not have them in eternity. The things you rely on now in your daily life are broken cisterns. And though you may not view your afterlife exactly as the Egyptians of old did, you are holding to a belief that your afterlife is going to be something along the lines of being pleasant. However, without seeking God’s mercy given through the blood of His Son, you still owe an eternal debt that you cannot pay. Life on this earth will, in reality, be truly miserable, and your afterlife will be as shocking and horrible as what the Egyptian royalty are experiencing.  Seek the LORD while He may be found….“Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness. Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David… Seek ye the LORD while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near: Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.”  Isaiah 55:1-3,6,7

This is our second post in our mini-series on forgiveness. The first post, Debt Free and Rich!! , addressed spiritual debt and forgiveness.  Our final post (I Just Don’t Remember) will discusscuss forgiving others as we have been forgiven.


What is Your Inheritance?