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READING
“If we can stop, we have the chance to touch into something deeper than overwhelm. This practice of pausing, or stopping, helps the seed of our question to mature and ripen into the guidance and direction we need.” Kaira Jewel Lingo
WORDS OF HOPE
As soon as I stepped out of the car at Hurricane Creek Park, the bands which had tightened across my chest began to loosen. My eyes and ears absorbed the beauty and I could breathe again.
The outstretched arms of oak and pine welcomed and summoned me: “Come, be here with us now. You belong.” As I headed toward familiar and well-loved paths, memories of Coco tearing across open fields of golden wildflowers and Charlie’s wading into the lake returned. Tears dampened my eyes at the loss of these dear companions, but the air quickened with their spirit-energy, still alive, still delighting in motion.
As I paced up an incline and around a curve, I stood in the direct path of the morning sun, her bright corona spreading gentle light. It backlit the glistening spider webs, gracefully hung from tree to grass blade, grass blade to bush, strung with pearls of dew. The shadows cast by the mature pine trunks standing directly in the sun’s gaze formed their own via obscura—dark and quiet. The shadows mirrored my own experience—when a few days before, a call came “out of the blue” that a pipe fitting had broken and water was gushing from my dear old sanctuary.
I had already spent 3 days dancing awkwardly with a bulky carpet cleaner extracting water, moving furniture, and firing away at the early growth of mildew and mold with my Clorox ray gun. But self-care is a spiritual practice to be faithfully attended to, and these walks restored my exhausted body and discouraged heart. A message arose: Pause, Behold, and Wonder.
The park held so many beholdings: a tree wound healing over, reminding me that things heal from the outside first; a wild black-eyed susan and her sisters clustered on one stem, signaling the blessing of good friends; a large tree trunk leaning on her neighbor—entwined, almost like a lover’s embrace. The gesture sang: “Lean on me when you’re not strong. I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on,” an encouragement for flagging spirits.
Pause. Behold. Wonder. With poet laureate Ada Limon, I considered: “What is it about noticing beauty that brings you out of yourself and returns you to yourself?”
Restored and returned to myself, I headed home to fix breakfast and set to work again. How would I ever find someone to tear out still-wet carpet on such short notice and when I needed to return to the city soon? I called the wonderful folks who manage my lawn to see if they knew of anyone, and “out of the blue” comes Grace. Christine said, “We’ll do it.
Give us an hour to get over there.” And she and Louis came and put their strong legs and backs into it and finished the 3 small rooms within 3 hours. They were God-sends in the flesh and I am still deeply touched by the generous goodness for one in need.
PRAYER
When overwhelmed by calamity, O God, the kind surprises of your Grace bring us to our knees, as we are more humbled and grateful than we can say. Thank you. Amen.
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
Cathedral of Hope
Proclaiming Christ Through Faith, Hope and Love
5910 Cedar Springs Road | Dallas, TX | 75235
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