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 forhim to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The olderpreacher walked up to a rose bush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and
told him to open it without tearing any of the 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 andunfold the rosebud while keeping
every petal intact . . . It wasn't longbefore he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the youngpreacher'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. |

















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lightfeather
09/07/08
aMourningGlory
09/07/08
How are you? things?
Everything is fine here. Hurricane Hannah
left us some yardwork today picking up
tree limbs but that was great news to awake
to, yanno? LOL
Have a great day!
Cherri
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lightfeather
09/06/08
TexasLadee
09/06/08
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Wishing you a great weekend.
PiggiesR4Me
09/05/08
Hopefully he makes it!!!!
Let me know
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