I'm a gardener.
I came to it reluctantly.
Forced to help when young, I rebelled when on my own.
But craving fresh vegetables meant I had to garden
I hacked up the sod, fertilized the soil, planted the seed.
Waiting, I watched bare soil, weeding and watering with faith
Then, miracles! Beans, pumpkins, potatoes poked up little green heads
Tiny tomatoes began to swell, a little bigger each day
More weeding. More watering. But now the promise of harvest can be seen

The garden belongs to God and me.
I supply the seed and the planting/watering/weeding.
God provides the miracles.
And there is growth.

I'm a gardener
I came to it reluctantly
Forced to church when young, I rebelled when on my own
But God never gave up. God waited for the prodigal daughter to return. The prodigal gardener to return.
Now I read my Bible, pray, praise, join with my fellow believers
For a long time still the ground was empty, barren, as I faithfully weeded and watered
Then, miracles! Growth. The Crop of the Spirit springing up from those planted seeds.

The garden of my heart belongs to God and me.
I supply the prayer/learning/keeping myself in the right place.
God provides the miracles.
And there is growth.