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There was a couple who
used to go to England to
shop in the beautiful stores.
They both liked antiques
and pottery and
especially teacups.
Thiswas their twenty-fifth
wedding anniversary.
One day in this
beautiful shop they
saw a beautiful teacup.
They said,
"May we see that?
We've never seen one
quite so beautiful."
As the lady handed
it to them,suddenly
the teacup spoke.
"You don't understand,"
it said. "I haven't
always been a teacup.
There was a time when
I was red and I was clay.
My master took me and
rolled me and patted me
over and over and I yelled out,
'Let me alone', but he
only smiled, 'Not yet.'
"Then I was placed
on a spinning wheel,"
the teacup said,
"and suddenly I was
spun around and
around and around.
Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!
I screamed. But the
master only nodded
and said, 'Not yet.'
Then he put me in the oven.
I never felt such heat.
I wondered why he
wanted to burn me,
and I yelled and
knocked at the door.
I could see him
through the opening
and I could read his
lips as he shook his
head, 'Not yet.'
Finally the door opened,
he put me on the shelf,
and I began to cool.
'There, that's better',
I said. And he
brushed and painted
me all over.
The fumes were horrible.
I thought I would gag.
'Stop it, stop it!'
I cried. He only
nodded, 'Not yet.'
Then suddenly he put
me back into the oven,
not like the first one.
This was twice as
hot and I knew I
would suffocate.
I begged. I pleaded.
I screamed. I cried.
All the time I could
see him through the
opening nodding his
head saying, 'Not yet.'
Then I knew there
wasn't any hope.
I would never make it.
I was ready to give up.
But the door opened and
he took me out and
placed me on the shelf.
One hour later he handed
me a mirror and I
couldn't believe it was me.
It's beautiful.
I'm beautiful.'
'I want you to remember,
then,' he said,
'I know it hurts to
be rolled and patted,
but if I had left
you alone, you
would 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 knew it hurt and
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.
And if I hadn't put
you back in that second
oven, you wouldn't
survive for very long
because the hardness
would not have held.
Now you are a finished product.
You are what I had
in mind when I
first began with you.
MORAL: God knows what
He's doing for all of us.
He is the potter,
and we are His clay.
He will mold us and
make us, so that we
may be made into a
flawless piece of work
to fulfill His good,
pleasing, and perfect will.
Author Unknown
 
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