The Tea Cup (Inspirational)

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The Tea Cup

 

This is a great story that we could all benefit from.

It is a simple reminder of how "GOD" is the potter of

our life and we are the clay. "GOD" is the shaper of

each of our lives and when struggles seem

overwhelming, we need to remind ourselves that these

struggles serve a purpose in making us stronger,

wiser, and in the perfect image that "GOD" has for

each of His creations.

 

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

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, which we can never escape.

 

Courtesy of PravsJ

 

Sairam,

Swetha