God Speaking..repost -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- God Speaking *************

The man whispered, "God, speak to me" And a meadowlark sang. But the man did not hear.

So the man yelled "God, speak to me" And the thunder & lightning rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And a star shined brightly. But the man did not see.

And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle" And a life was born.

But the man did not notice.

So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me, God, and let me know you are here" Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.

But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted. . even in our electronic age . . . so I would like to add one more:

The man cried "God, I need your help" . . . and an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.

But the man deleted it and continued crying.....

The good news is that you are loved.

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.

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Let Go and Let God..Unfolding the rose -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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, while 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...

UNFOLDING THE ROSE

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 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 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.

Please share this poem with a friend if you enjoyed being reminded to let go and let God unfold your life.

-- SAR01 (compstar@bright.net), May 11, 2002