Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I received this e-mail and had to pass it along.
I don't know who wrote it, but I am glad they did.
I hope they don't mind that shared it with my Spark Friends.
> 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.
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
\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,
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.
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!
And have a wonderful day!
Our weight loss journey feels a lot like the pains that the teacup went through.
Hopefully we will all come out as beautiful.