Mother's day thoughts from a poem from President Monson's biography."Father, where shall I work today?"
And my love flowed warm and free.
Then He pointed out a tiny spot
And 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."
And 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 for me?
Nazareth was a little place,
And so was Galilee."
This makes me teary and puts things into perspective. Happy Mother's day!
