My personal prayer:
I love You.
I trust You.
Thy Will be done.
I am Your's.
GS
A new minister
was walking with an older,
more seasoned minister
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."