Last Sunday was my turn in the nursery to work. My heart wasn’t in it, and my feelings were hurt. A child from its mother did not want to part. And cried a lot with it’s broken heart. I prayed that soon the hour would end. That I could relax felt good to be free. I said once a month was too much for me! That very next Sunday as I sat in the pew. A very good sermon, but visitors were few. But down came a woman and her soul was saved; And she was the mother of the crying babe. Then it dawned on me that I had been a part of one being saved giving God her heart. From that day one, I would never dread Working in the nursery while souls were being fed. Ends
