Meade McGuire

Father, where shall I work today? And my love flowed warm & free. Then He pointed out a tiny spot & said, 'tend that for me' I answered quickly, 'oh no, not that! Why, no one would ever see, no matter how well my work was done; not that little place for me.' & the word He spoke, it was not stern; He answered me tenderly, 'Ah, little one, search that heart of thine. Art thou working for them or me? Nazareth was a little place & so was Galilee.'