THIS LITTLE STORY WAS PASSED ON TO ME BY MY SISTER, AND I JUST WANT TO SHARE IT WITH YOU THIS EVENING.
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 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."
GOOD ADVISE TO THE YOUNG OR THE OLD A LIKE. GOD BLESS, HAVE A GREAT EVENING, AND REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE LOVED!!!