A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more
seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling
a bit insecure about what God had for
him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher.
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 for his ministry.
Because of his high respect for the older preacher,
he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose,
while keeping every petal in tact...
It wasn't long before he realized how impossible it was to do so.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the
rosebud while keeping it in tact,
the older preacher began to recite he following poem...

UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
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,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim 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.