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The Teacup : )
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DD    Posted 08-05-2004 at 16:42:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
There was a couple who used to go England to shop in a beautiful antique
store. This trip was 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." It said, "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

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

Clod    Posted 08-05-2004 at 18:13:29       [Reply]  [No Email]
Good idea,,Im going get tea right now. I work for a guy we think is the devil,,It is hot here all day and he drives out on hot steel with a pitchfork. But I know he will be here only in this world to test and see what I am made of.God made me a redneck so I bet I outlast him and live to tell the tale to that guy up at the gate. Now,, As for that harp,, I might just bring my guitar,,,,

~Lenore    Posted 08-05-2004 at 18:46:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
Aren't you happy someone reminded you to get tea!!

I am going to fix me a bowl of Blue Bell Home made vanilla ice cream!! I have some cherries, too, think I will pour some on it. Yum

bob tn.    Posted 08-05-2004 at 18:53:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
sitting here drinking a cup of fenugreek tea right now.

Clod    Posted 08-05-2004 at 19:07:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
watercan of gatoraid .Im going get some now.

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