"Be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain." I Cor. 15:58
I found this poem that speaks about a nursery worker and liked it so much I thought I'd share it with you.
MY TURN IN THE NURSERY (Author Unknown)
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 it cried at lot with its broken heart
I prayed that soon the hour would end
Then I could relax - no more children to tend
Soon the hour was over - felt good to be free
I said, "Once a month is 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 that Mother of that crying babe
Then it dawned on me that I had been a part
Of one being saved - giving God their heart
From that day on I never would dread
Working in the nursery while souls were being fed.