A new minister was walking with an older
more seasoned minister in the garden one day.
Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do,
he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The
older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the
young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without
tearing off any petals.
The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher
and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly
have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his
life and ministry.
But because of his great respect for the older preacher
he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping
every petal intact.
It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was
to do.
Nothing the young preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without
tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem....
"It is only a tiny rosebud
a flower of God's design.
But I cannot unfold the petals
with these clumsy hands of mine."
"The secret of unfolding flowers
is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
but in my hands they die."
"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of God's design,
then how can I have the wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?"
"So I'll trust in God for leading
each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
in each step of the way."
"The path that lies before me,
only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
just as He unfolds the rose."
This was send to me in a e-mail, and I thought it was just fitting for my blog. I do not know who the author is but all the credit go's to them.
