The Rose...

[Just4Jesus]

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 intact...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 intact, 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,
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.

​

 

[capnator]

Great advise!!!!... we all tend to want to be control freaks when it comes to our own lives.

 

[kisstheson]

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 intact...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 intact, 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,
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.

​

That's full of meaning and very beautiful!

 

[Jaison]

Fine!!!
Thank you my Lord, Bless this my sister who was little known to me. You only know when to open and how to open the rose bud. We couldn't Father, but we as the rose bud in your hands is safe in you, open us to give the fragrance. Father, we like to be in your heart for that your love will be more and your care will be more, but Father bear with us if we harm you with the little thorns which we inherited by birth. It made you bleed, but by your blood we are saved. The flower may fall down, but we are sure that the fragrance in your heart, and will be there eternal. We love you Lord and we love you Lord. Amen

 

[Just4Jesus]

Fine!!!
Thank you my Lord, Bless this my sister who was little known to me. You only know when to open and how to open the rose bud. We couldn't Father, but we as the rose bud in your hands is safe in you, open us to give the fragrance. Father, we like to be in your heart for that your love will be more and your care will be more, but Father bear with us if we harm you with the little thorns which we inherited by birth. It made you bleed, but by your blood we are saved. The flower may fall down, but we are sure that the fragrance in your heart, and will be there eternal. We love you Lord and we love you Lord. Amen

This post made me cry. What beautiful words. God bless you all.

Love,
Christy

 

[Sennaria]

Great advise!!!!... we all tend to want to be control freaks when it comes to our own lives.

Not just our own either, sometimes others, like our kids or whatnot.

Wonderful poem!

Sennaria

 

[JPPT1974]

Very beautiful my friend
Thanks for providing!

 

[JesusServant]

This post made me cry. What beautiful words. God bless you all.

Love,
Christy

Oh yeah!? Well I just found the original post and it made me cry so ... um... thank you for taking the time back in October.

God bless you and yours,
JS

 

[Citizen of the Kingdom]