Was going though some stuff , trying to find something to post, and came along with this, I got this in an e-mail 3 years ago today, and the reason I know that, is on the date is was sent was on Sunday,Nov 07,2004. so to me it was a sign to post it today Wed. Nov 7, 2007!

A young, new preacher was walking with a older, more seasoned preacher 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 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 and unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the young 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 climsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not know to such as I.

God opens the 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 the lies before me

Only my Heavenly Father Knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments

Just as He unfolds the rose.