Hello, God. It's me, Mara

You know, Lord, author William A. Quayle wrote short write-ups for each month in “God’s Calendar.” Quoting him, here’s his “report” about August.

“August is here: and maize is growing. Maize owns August body and soul. Corn is an old-world word meaning any cereal. Maize is an Indian word meaning only what America had to plant and grow. A corn field is a valorous sight, stately, strong, tall, spear-like, graceful, music making when the wind wanders through the corn rows, sword-edged; for every corn blade is a sword blade, and I have bled often at the edge of their swords at play.

“August is the month of delirious heat. I love the swelter of it. I walk long miles in August just for the fun of being out in the broiling sunshine in my shirt sleeves. Some people would perspire in this condition. I don’t, I sweat. That is more August-like and is likewise more to my liking. What palatable heat August heat is.  Corn requires furnace heat; and through August,  I am of the opinion that August heat is different and better than the other heats of the year — I fairly bathe in it as in a limpid stream. I walk and sweat and sweat and walk.

“August is the month of insect music. O what a heyday of music the insects make in August! Then the crickets chirr, tree toad sets his catarrh instrument going. The wild bees hum drowsily enough to put you to sleep be you never so wide awake. Then a score of other insect voices chime in, full of all that blessed gladness which God has so kindly put into the heart of every living thin. I listen and praise, such a happy world, so full of song.”

  Isaiah 30:29 says, “Ye shall have a song, as in the night … and gladness of heart”

Thank You, Lord, for August.

Love, Mara