A young preacher walked through a rose garden with a tried and elder pastor.
He talked of all he wished to accomplish, but lamented the fact he was in doubt if he could do it.
The elder listened as the young man talked away.
Finally the younger asked him how he could accomplish his plans.

The old pastor said nothing at first, then bending over and picking a tiny rosebud, he told the young man to open the petals, without destroying the flower.
After trying for a few moments, he gave up in consternation.
I can not do it, he said, it is impossible.
Taking the tiny flower in his hands, the elder man slowly repeated this poem:

Unfolding the ROSE :

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God’s design;
But, I can not 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 can not open a rosebud,
This flower of God’s design,
Then how can I think I have the 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 to Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
[author unknown]

Our Heavenly Father is in charge, all we need to do is trust Him to do what is best for us, and we need to be willing to put our lives in His hands, and go where ever He leads.

I found this on the web, can not remember where, but thought I would share with you all.