The Unfolding Rose
A young 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 rose bush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to
open it without tearing any of the 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 and unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact . .. .
It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.
Noticing 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 sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
The 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's 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.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate
them,
a day to love them, and an entire lifetime to forget them. Send this message
to the people you will never forget, and remember to also send it to the
person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll
never forget them...
"The Rose"
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