AÂ new ministerÂ wasÂ walking with anÂ older, moreÂ seasoned minister in the garden oneÂ day.
Feeling a bitÂ insecure about what GodÂ had for him to do, he was asking the older preacherÂ for someÂ advice.
The older preacherÂ walked up to a rosebush andÂ handed theÂ young preacher a rosebudÂ and told him toÂ open it without tearing off anyÂ of the petals.
TheÂ young preacher lookedÂ in disbelief at theÂ older preacher and was trying to figure outÂ what a rosebud could possibly have to doÂ with his wanting toÂ know the will of GodÂ for his life andÂ ministry.
But, because ofÂ his great respect forÂ the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold theÂ rose, while keeping every petal intact. It wasn’tÂ long before heÂ realized howÂ impossible this was toÂ do.
Noticing theÂ younger preacher’s inability toÂ unfold theÂ rosebud, withoutÂ tearing it, the older preacherÂ began to recite theÂ following poem…
ItÂ is only a tinyÂ rosebud,
A flower of God’sÂ design;
But I cannot unfoldÂ the petals
With these clumsyÂ hands of mine.
The secret ofÂ unfoldingÂ flowers
Is not known to suchÂ as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands theyÂ die.
If I cannot unfold aÂ rosebud,
This flower of God’sÂ design,
Then how can I haveÂ the wisdom
To unfold this life ofÂ mine?
So, I’ll trust in GodÂ for leading
Each moment of myÂ day.
I will look to God forÂ guidance
In each step along theÂ way.
The path that liesÂ before me,
Only my Lord andÂ SaviorÂ knows.
I’ll trust God toÂ unfold theÂ moments,
Just as He unfolds theÂ rose.
If you enjoyed being remindedÂ to “let go and let God”Â unfoldÂ your life… pleaseÂ consider sharing this poemÂ with a friend.