Tuesday, September 5, 2017
God and I raised a flower bed. He really did the most.
We used His soil, His air, His rain, His life, and His sun.
My part seemed so trivial that I said, "Lord, you take those bulbs and make them grow right there in the box out in the garage. You don't need me, Lord. You can do it by yourself."
"Oh, no," He said. "I will do my part, but you must do your part also. You'll have to dig the bed, bury the bulbs, and pull the weeds."