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It was 1974, I was living in New York. I had given all that I had over to my best friend. I gave him my car, my money, and my life.  I was young and foolish. We had a business together. Little did I know, I was about to loose my wife, my children, and my peace of mind all at one time!  To make a long story short,  adultery took over of our lives like a black cloud on a stormy day. It was horrible, our lives was turn inside out. I had nothing left. My wife wanted my best friend out of revenge. I left not wanting to be part of that misery. I roamed the streets longing for help, reaching out , crying on the outside, and dying on the inside. I felt truly lost. In the mist of all my troubles, I remembered God and started seeking him out. I sat upon a rock to meditate.  Then I saw this rose bud, lying on the ground. I picked it up and I began to write...


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This was giving to me by God in in 1974. As I remember now, it was a time of confusion and bewilderment. I stumbled across a rosebud and started to open it, only to find out that it just fell apart , like my life every time I tried to help it out.

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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. 

The flower that God opens so sweetly, in my hands would fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rose bud this flower of God's design, then how can I think I have wisdom to unfold this life of mine.

So I'll trust Him for his leading each moment of every day, and I'll look to Him for His guidance each step of the pilgrim way.

 For the pathway that lies before me, my Heavenly Father knows. 

 I'll trust Him to unfold the moments just as He unfolds the rose.

                                                                                      (c) Darryl L. Brown 1985