was walking with an older,
More seasoned minister
In the garden one day.
About what God
Had for him to do,
He was asking the older preacher
For some advice.
Walked up to a rosebush
And handed the young preacher
A rosebud and told him
To open it
without tearing off any petals.
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
What a rosebud
Could possibly have to do
With his wanting to know
The will of God
For his life and ministry.
For the older preacher,
He proceeded to try to unfold the rose,
He proceeded to try to unfold the rose,
While keeping every petal intact.
Before he realized
How impossible
How impossible
this was to do.
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."
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."
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."
As I was pondering what to share today for Spiritual Sundays I got an email from an old friend. This beautiful story was in that email. At the end of the post was an admonition to pass it on to others. I chose to use this venue of passing it on instead of e-mailing it. I hope it has blessed your life as it has mine.
- Charlotte
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