I'm just starting to notice people are commenting on my blog! This makes me feel so special to know people are actually reading it! One comment came from a dear friend, Sis. Sandra Britt, who attends a church I grew up in. Here is her comment:
Inside the heart of every woman of God are dreams of what God has planed for their life. Oh I hope it's special and fulfilled of everything that God would want,is there anyway that he could use me or make something out of this! for I know who I am and I'm just a mess,the heart cries. And inside of God's love letters he replies, you child of mine! Why you are the Apple of my eye and I have great plans for you. I will not withhold any good thing from you,wait and see.
Now I have a request that you write something from these last words, when God unfolds the rose he always gets it right!
Okay Sis. Britt, I'm going to give it my best, all for you!!
Greg had been through a lot lately. He felt as though he were falling to pieces, and no amount effort would keep him together. Truth be told, he didn't feel like going to church this morning. He wanted to stay in bed, under his covers, and sleep the day away.
He had tried too...staying in bed that is. Everytime he closed his eyes, he felt a tugging at his heart. He couldn't explain it, just that he felt he needed to be at church that morning.
He pulled in the parking lot, got out of his car, and found a seat near the back. He went through the motions, listening to the music, clapping when cued, feeling a bit like a robot.
Time came for the service. There was a guest speaker that morning. Bro. Carl Broden. Greg had never heard him before.
Bro. Broden stepped up to the platform and read from Psalms 147. Verse 3 in particular stood out to Greg. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wonds..."
Bro. Broden preached on how God can take a broken heart and make it new again. He said "Not only does God heal your broken heart, he binds up all your wounds. He patches the hurting places, the cuts, the scars. The only way you can do this is if you give yourself completley to Him. God's not finished with you yet. He created you a rose in this garden of Life, and much like a rose, you're not finished blooming. You may be a bit bruised and torn, but he's not through unfolding you yet. When he does decide to unfold you, he'll get it right! Don't be afraid of the tears running down your face. They don't make you any less of a man." Greg was surprised to feel tears running down his face. "As the musicians come, if you need your heart fixed and your wounds bound, please come forward."
Greg bowed his head and closed his eyes. The urge to go to the altar was even stronger than the urge he had that morning to get out of bed and go to church. He fought this urge as much as he could, when he finally glanced up.
The altar was jam packed. There were women, men, teens, and even children up front, seeking God. As the praise team sang "When God Unfolds the Rose" Greg stepped forward gingerly.
Greg laid it all out to God. All the pain and hurt and fear...he laid it all down on the cross. When he was finished, he wiped his eyes and lifted his hands in praise. He felt as though a burden had been lifted.
Greg walked back to his car. He climbed inside and breathed a sigh of relief and comfort. As he went to buckle his seatbelt, he saw an open rose laying on the seat of his car. He knew somehow, someway, God had placed it there to remind him. "When God unfolds the rose, he always gets it right."
Inside the heart of every woman of God are dreams of what God has planed for their life. Oh I hope it's special and fulfilled of everything that God would want,is there anyway that he could use me or make something out of this! for I know who I am and I'm just a mess,the heart cries. And inside of God's love letters he replies, you child of mine! Why you are the Apple of my eye and I have great plans for you. I will not withhold any good thing from you,wait and see.
Now I have a request that you write something from these last words, when God unfolds the rose he always gets it right!
Okay Sis. Britt, I'm going to give it my best, all for you!!
Greg had been through a lot lately. He felt as though he were falling to pieces, and no amount effort would keep him together. Truth be told, he didn't feel like going to church this morning. He wanted to stay in bed, under his covers, and sleep the day away.
He had tried too...staying in bed that is. Everytime he closed his eyes, he felt a tugging at his heart. He couldn't explain it, just that he felt he needed to be at church that morning.
He pulled in the parking lot, got out of his car, and found a seat near the back. He went through the motions, listening to the music, clapping when cued, feeling a bit like a robot.
Time came for the service. There was a guest speaker that morning. Bro. Carl Broden. Greg had never heard him before.
Bro. Broden stepped up to the platform and read from Psalms 147. Verse 3 in particular stood out to Greg. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wonds..."
Bro. Broden preached on how God can take a broken heart and make it new again. He said "Not only does God heal your broken heart, he binds up all your wounds. He patches the hurting places, the cuts, the scars. The only way you can do this is if you give yourself completley to Him. God's not finished with you yet. He created you a rose in this garden of Life, and much like a rose, you're not finished blooming. You may be a bit bruised and torn, but he's not through unfolding you yet. When he does decide to unfold you, he'll get it right! Don't be afraid of the tears running down your face. They don't make you any less of a man." Greg was surprised to feel tears running down his face. "As the musicians come, if you need your heart fixed and your wounds bound, please come forward."
Greg bowed his head and closed his eyes. The urge to go to the altar was even stronger than the urge he had that morning to get out of bed and go to church. He fought this urge as much as he could, when he finally glanced up.
The altar was jam packed. There were women, men, teens, and even children up front, seeking God. As the praise team sang "When God Unfolds the Rose" Greg stepped forward gingerly.
Greg laid it all out to God. All the pain and hurt and fear...he laid it all down on the cross. When he was finished, he wiped his eyes and lifted his hands in praise. He felt as though a burden had been lifted.
Greg walked back to his car. He climbed inside and breathed a sigh of relief and comfort. As he went to buckle his seatbelt, he saw an open rose laying on the seat of his car. He knew somehow, someway, God had placed it there to remind him. "When God unfolds the rose, he always gets it right."