God's delicate creations

A new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher 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.