A young woman was walking in the garden one day with her father, feeling a bit unsure about what God had for her to do, she was inquiring of her father. Without comment, her father walked over to a rosebush and picked a delicate rosebud. Handing it to his daughter, he told her to open it without tearing any petals.
The young woman looked curiously at her father in disbelief and tried to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for her life. Out of respect for her father, she gently proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact. It wasn't long before she realized how impossible it was to do so.
Noticing his daughter's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, her father 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's 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.
Author Unknown
In Loving Memory of
Rosalie Ann Zink,
Beloved Friend and Mentor,
August 15, 1945 - June 21, 2000
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