Thursday - February 27, 2025

D. Pat Saxon

SCRIPTURE



1 Corinthians 4


Love is patient, love is kind…


WORDS OF HOPE


I thought I would never get over grieving Charley’s death. My sweet rescue boy who died of pancreatic cancer in June of 2023. Since that day I’ve been a kind of Ancient Mariner in the neighborhood, attaching myself to folks walking dogs and telling my tale of woe as well as inviting myself to friends’ homes to play with their pups. But recently I started just to look at shelter websites and rescue organizations on line, including East Texas. And for some reason, amidst all the diverse and wonderful creatures, one face captured me—a midsized greyish dog , with a spread of white across her neck, and white blaze on her face. A thoughtful face, fitting for a dog named Sage.


With subtle heart-openings day by day, I decided that after Christmas I would go visit the Friends of Marshall Adoption Center and meet Sage. When I got there, the volunteer who greeted me was over the moon excited since Sage had been with them for over a year—their longest resident. No one could understand it because she is a sweet and loving girl. I discovered that Sage was in foster care while recovering from knee surgery a few months ago. Her foster mom Amy brought her to the center to meet me, and everyone was hoping that she would be adopted out. Anticipating bringing her home, I had packed up a sack of new toys and treats and brought a bed for her, but because she had a post-surgical check up in a few weeks, we thought it best to delay and let Amy continue to keep her. Patient love, I kept hearing in my head. Patient love.


Amy was a wonderful foster mom who would have adopted Sage in a heartbeat except that she and her husband already had 3 large “boomer children” and one aging dog. But we kept in close contact. I’d send queries about Sage’s personality, medical issues, and progress. Amy would answer and include pictures and videos that I would moon over. (Embarrassing, I know. Grandparents, you understand!) In the interim, I “puppy proofed” the house, looking for everything toxic (moving Christmas poinsettias up higher) or too enticing for a dog to resist—like shoes and trash baskets with no tops. I replaced pickets in my old fence—caring less about how they looked than that they would hold up against the pressure of canine shoulders on a scent. All the while, the tide of anticipatory love grew stronger.


Valentines weekend I drove out to pick up Sage. Though thunderstorms were forecast for the day, it was clear when I got there and began to reconnect with the volunteers who filed out in numbers to say good bye to this sweet girl. There were lots of tears—of gratitude and relief (one more dog saved) and affection. And then we loaded her into the car and started home. Her forever home.


In the few days that we have been together, her personality has been emerging as we share a space and take the 3 walks a day necessary for her rehab. She is curious about everything and loves to sniff, not with just a passing whiff, but with the attention of a mindfulness master: she causes me to stop to smell the roses, behold the golden glory of pansies, and turn my head upward at the cooing of a mourning dove, as she watches and listens.


Now, who rescued who?


PRAYER


God of patient and kind love, call us to make room in our hearts for creature kin who, though wounded, have so much love to give. Amen.


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Dr. Pat Saxon



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By Dr. Pat Saxon March 26, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Psalm 63: 1 “O God, you are my God. Earnestly I seek you;/ my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you/ as in a parched and weary land where there is no water. WORDS OF HOPE It’s the hottest, driest place in North America, with average summer daytime temperatures as high as 116 degrees and a record-breaking peak of 134. Death Valley, as described by Laura Cox, is as “hauntingly stark as its name suggests. With landmarks like the Devil's Golf Course, Badwater Basin, and Furnace Creek, its windswept plains, scoured hillsides, and craggy peaks evoke a sense of hardship and an otherworldly moonscape.” With an average annual rainfall of only 2.2 inches, any animal or plant life is a test of adaptability. In the scripture above from Psalm 63, David is in his own geographic and spiritual death valley— in the wilderness of Judah, parched in body and soul, exhausted, crying out to God for water, living water, to sustain him. Perhaps, like Jesus in the wilderness, he was beset by the temptation to give up, give in to lies. I know people who have endured such long dry spells in their lives—devoid of good health with recurring surgeries, hospital or rehab facility stays or confronting late-stage cancer with extensive debilitating chemo regimens. And like these and their caregivers, living with chronic pain day in and day out can dishearten even the most faithful. Incapacitating mental health issues depress the spirits as well and “dehydration” of body and soul can lead to distorted thoughts, delusions which old wounds or past family, societal, or theological abuse replay over and over, tearing away at the will to live. How awesome then to behold desert blooms—whether in vegetation or the revitalized and resurrected life. Currently Death Valley is awash in vibrant wildflowers—in a profusion not seen since 2016, as just the right amount of rain, in the right intervals, has coaxed the seeds from their protective coatings to burst forth in glory: a carpet of desert gold, resembling golden daisies, spottings of gravel ghost with such a pale stem that it seems the white flower is suspended in air, the purple phacelia plant, and desert five spot with pink petals forming a cup, with splashes of red inside, to name a few species. (https://www.nytimes.com/2026/03/12/us/death-valley-superbloom.html ) So too a complex set of factors—medical, relational, communal, miracle-- shaped by a Grace far greater than we can understand returns the daily beauty, vitality, and promise of our lives after such a wilderness. David experiences that renewal in Psalm 63 prompting him to give thanks: “So I will bless you as long as I live./ I will lift up my hands and call on your name.” (v.4) Astounding relief, gratitude, and joy are characteristic of our own desert blooming and often the desire to share our story and the Love-borne miracle. PRAYER God of All Creation, be for us like desert rain, restoring life, where there seemed to be only dry bones. We give you thanks for all the desert blooms in our world, renewing beauty and creating yet another generation of seeds for the next flourishing. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon
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