My heart for gladness springs,
It cannot more be sad,
For very joy it laughs and sings,
Sees nought but sunshine glad.—P. Gearhart
A long, long time ago, far, far away, the month of August meant two-a-days, blistering heat, smells of sweaty cotton jerseys, pain, coaches screaming, and exhaustion. It’s taken a long time for me to get over the “August dreads”, but this morning I woke as if another sun had risen in the sky. The sky was so blue, so peaceful, so full of mysterious tenderness that my soul cried out with joy. I have known art and beauty, music and gladness, friendship and love, but there is nothing so unique, so heart-filling as when we see God in this bright and boundless universe.