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.
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.
It is only a tiny rosebud,
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without
tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem:
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,
Then, 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 Him for leading
Each moment of my 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.