Postholes in August
When I was a boy growing up on a south Texas ranch, my dad and I often had to dig postholes for fences. I don’t remember digging one hole in cool weather. August seemed to be national posthole digging month in Texas – at least for me. It was slow, hot work, with heavy iron tools. One of my favorite memories is of my mom making huge pitchers of ice tea for lunch. No drink has ever tasted that good. “Like the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to those who send him, for he refreshes the heart of his masters.” (Prov. 25:13) Think…how can you refresh someone today?