A new young preacher was walking with an older preacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God wanted him to do, he asked 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.
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,
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 to lead me,
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance,
In each step along the way.
For the path that lies before us, only our Lord and Saviour knows.
So trust Him to unfold your life, just as he would this precious rose.
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