THE UNFOLDING ROSE
A young, 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 rose bush and handed the young preacher a
rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any of the
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 and
unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact . . .
It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was
Noticing the young 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 sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
The flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So, I'll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the Pilgrim's way.
The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an
hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, and an entire
lifetime to forget them. Send this message to the people
you will never forget, and remember to also send it to the
person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let
them know that you'll never forget them...
Author Unknown ~