Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I'm a Little Tea Cup

Love this  story or not, you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup  again without thinking of this.


<Author Unknown>


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 made to suit himself and 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, I cried." He only shook his head and said, "Not  yet."

Then suddenly he puts me back in to 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, "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. 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.

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 on  this story and then, have a little talk with the  Potter.

  God Bless You!

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