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The Tea Cup

The Tea cup

There was a couple who took a trip to England
to shop in a beautiful antique store
to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.
They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups.
Spotting an exceptional cup,
they asked "May we see that?
We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful.

As the lady handed it to them,
suddenly the teacup spoke, "You don't understand.
I have not always been a teacup.
There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay.
My master took me and rolled me
pounded and patted me over and over
and I yelled out, "Don't do that." "I don't like it!"
"Let me alone," but he only smiled,
and gently said; "Not yet!"

Then, WHAM!
I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly
I was spun around and
around and around.
"Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy!
I'm going to be sick!" I screamed.
But the master only nodded and said,
quietly; 'Not yet.'

He spun me and poked and prodded
and bent me out of shape
to suit himself and then...
Then he put me in the oven.
I never felt such heat.
I yelled and knocked and
pounded at the door."
Help! Get me out of here!"
I could see him through
the opening and I could read
his lips as he shook his head
from side to side, 'Not yet'.

"When I thought I couldn't bear
it another minute, the door opened.
He carefully took me out and
put me on the shelf,and I began to cool.
Oh, that felt so good!
"Ah, this is much better,
" I thought. But,after I cooled he picked me
up and he brushed and painted me all over.
The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag.
'Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!! I cried.
He only shook his head and said. 'Not yet!'

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven.
Only it was not like the first one.
This was twice as hot and I just knew
I would suffocate.
I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried.
I was convinced I would never make it.
I was ready to give up.
Just then the door opened and he took
me out and again placed me on the shelf,
where I cooled and waited
and waited,wondering
"What's he going to do to me next?"

An hour later
he handed me a mirror and said:
Take a look at yourself. And I did.
I said, 'That's not me;
that couldn't be me. It's beautiful.
I'm beautiful!"

Quietly he spoke:
"I want you to remember, then,he said,
'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded
and patted, but had I just left you alone,
you'd have dried up.
I know it made you dizzy
to spin around on the wheel,
but if I had stopped,
you would have crumbled.
I know it hurt and it
was hot and disagreeable in the oven,
but if I hadn't put you there,
you would have cracked.
I know the fumes were bad when I brushed
and painted you all over,
but if I hadn't done that,
you never would have hardened.

You would not have had any color in your life.
If I hadn't put you back in that second oven,
you wouldn't have survived for long
because the hardness would not have held.
Now you are a finished product.
Now you are what I had in mind
when I first began with you."

The moral of this story is this:
God knows what He's doing for each of us.
He is the potter, and we are His clay.
He will mold us and make us,
and expose us to just enough pressures
of just the right kinds that we may be made
into a flawless piece of work
to fulfill His good,
pleasing and perfect will.

So when life seems hard,
and you are being pounded
and patted and pushed
almost beyond endurance;
when your world seems to be
spinning out of control;
when you feel like you are
in a fiery furnace of trials;
when life seems to "stink".

Try this...
Brew a cup of your favorite tea
in your prettiest tea cup,
sit down and think of this story
and then,have a little talk with the Potter.
Author Uknown

May You always be covered by God's pure love!

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