seasoned minister 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. 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 for leading

Each moment of my day.

I will look to God for guidance

In each step of the way.

The path that lies before me,

Only my Lord knows.

I'll trust God to unfold the moments,

Just as He unfolds the rose.

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