This is my garden, God, this is my garden, my own small precious portion of the earth that you have made.
I will dig and hoe and tend it, I will grub in the soil that is cool and moist and scented with spring.
I will find you in that soil and as I crumble its clods or press these small seeds deep into its dark flesh.
What a joyful thing, the feel of your silent soil. It clings to my fingers, It is hard and certain beneath my knees.
It received my little offerings-these tiny plants, these slips and cuttings, these infinitestimal seedlings, with a kind of blind, uncommenting magnificence. I am a trifle awed before it, I am filled with an amused humility.
How insignificant I am that I should be entrusted with this miracle to come. No, no, the earth will surely reject my arodous efforts, my foolish hopes. Yet I know a happy patience too. Wait---only wait upon the Lord, as the Bible says.
And sure enough. The silent, teeming forces of creation set to work, and soon the miracle has come! Onions and lettuce for the table. Shrubs to be trimmed. The incredible colors and fragrances of flowers.
I think of that first garden where life began.
I think of that final garden where Christ prayed. ("In my father's house are many mansions," he said. I feel sure that among those mansions there are many gardens too.)
How marvelous that man's existence--and woman's--began in a garden. Perhaps that's why we feel so wonderfully alive in a garden. And so close to you.

"I've Got To Talk to Somebody, God" is one of my favorite small books that I have had for a long time and love to read. This book was written by Marjorie Holmes and is for every woman, every day. It is a woman's conversations with God. The above writings is one of my favorites entitled "Garden".