UNFOLDING THE ROSE
A young, new preacher was walking with an
older, more seasoned preacher 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.
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.
Noticing the younger 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
Isn't known to such as
I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
While in my hands it would 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 Him for leading me
Every moment of my day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step along the way.
For the path that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold each moment,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Please share this poem with a friend if you
enjoyed being reminded to let
go and let God unfold your life.