Unfolding
the Rosepreacher in the garden one day; and feeling a bit insecure about what
God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher.
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 for
his ministry.
Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try
to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal in tact. It wasn't long
before he realized how impossible it was to do so. Noticing the
younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping
it intact, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...
UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
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 sweetly, when in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud, this flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom to unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading each moment of every day;
I will look to him for His guidance each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me, only my Heavenly Father knows;
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, just as He unfolds the rose.
Author Unknown
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