As I have learned about my ancestors I have appreciated more and more the value of the ordinary life. The life as one of the ninety and nine. A life where sacrifice and service take precedence over wealth, glamor or ease. A life that is a composite of tender touches, work worn wrinkles, dusty shirts and dinner time conversations. A life where success is sacrificed on the altar of integrity. A life where ambition melts in a compassionate glance. A life where a child’s call is answered. In this type of life we don’t get seen much. These lives become yet another plain cotton thread in the fabric of a very warm, very soft blanket. A family. A community. A nation. My Little Place “Father, where shall I work today?” And my love flowed warm and free. Then He pointed me 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 words He spoke, they