A  new minister  was  walking with an  older, more  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 along the  way.”

“The path that lies  before me, Only my Lord and Savior knows. I’ll trust God to unfold  the moments, Just as He unfolds the  rose.”

      

God says…