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."