-Author Unknown
A young, new teacher was walking with an older, more seasoned teacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older teacher for some advice.
The older teacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young teacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young teacher looked in disbelief at the older teacher 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 work. But because of his great respect for the older teacher, 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 teacher’s inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older teacher 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.
Allah opens this flower so sweetly,
Then 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 Him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
