If life were a garden I would not find you among the prim and proper plants, attended to and pampered in some fancy garden. The hands of a gardener could never give you the care and love that your being deserves. You would be among the wild flowers, tended by God, you would flourish and could be as you naturally are. You might, perhaps, think you are common and simple, as you grow with the wild flowers of life, yet to those who can see, you are the brightest and most beautiful of all, for within you God has made a home.