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There was a couple who used to go to England to
shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was
to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversay.
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,
the teacup spoke.

"You don't understand", the teacup said,
"I have not always been a teacup. There
was a time when I was just a hump of red clay.
My master took me and pounded me and patted me
over and over and I yelled out, 'Don't do that! I
don't like it! Leave me alone!' But he only smiled
and gently said, 'Not yet' ".

"Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel
and suddenly I was spun 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,
'Not yet'

He spun me and poked me and prodded me 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 on the door,
'Help! Get me out of here!' I could see him through
the opening, and I could read his lips as he said,
'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, but he only shook his head and said, 'Not yet.'

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven. Only it
was not like the first one. This one 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 about 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 would have just 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.

God knows what He is doing in each one of us.
He is the potter and we are His clay.
He will make us and mold us, and expose us to
just enough pressures of just the right kinds
that we may be made into the 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 teacup, sit down,
and have a little talk with the Potter.

Oh, Carl, this is just such a lovely message.  Oh that we might talk more and more to the Potter and let us be the clay and allow the Potter to mold us.

Glad you enjoyed it, Pat.  I recently saw a video called "The Potter's Wheel" or something like that.  Truely an inspirational talk about Jesus as the potter molded his clay.

I guess this hymn would go well with our thoughts...

Just read this again and was blessed.