The Story of The Tea Cup.
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. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful cup.They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the cup 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 cup 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!" the teacup said. "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 said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be 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'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 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.'
(Unknown author.)
One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful cup.They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the cup 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 cup 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!" the teacup said. "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 said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be 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'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 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.'
(Unknown author.)
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding [and] eternal weight of glory~2Cor4:16-18For every trial, every delay, every frustration, every pain.... God knows what he's doing, and we will come out stronger and wiser, and more beautiful than we've ever been, equipped to take on the world and all the challenges it sends our way.
Don't give up just yet. He is the potter and we are the clay, he's working on you, he doesn't abandon is projects...he wouldn't give up on us until hes finished us to perfection. Life is a process, sometimes skipping through the stages would only ruin us when we get to the top, it is the process that strengthens us."The growth is in the climb. It's when we sit at the Top that we begin to wither, but climbing we grow stronger!" Tony Gaskin
Everything God puts you through is to bring you to a higher level & new blessing. Keep going & keep growing! @Masterwilliams
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thank God that the Master Potter never lets the clay dry up.
ReplyDeleteLovely post.
ReplyDeleteMay God give me the strength and patience to sit to my fires.
*through. Sit through my fires.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the post. Right words at the right time
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God surely does understand every pain, trial.....
ReplyDeleteThanks for this awesome post
very nice post dear
ReplyDeletehey, u sure ur not psychic? i soooooo needed to read those words. thanx
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ReplyDeletebeautiful. reminders we constantly need everyday.
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