The Teacup Story

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Hello Friends,

Last night I attended the Ladies’ Bible Study at Union Hill Baptist Church where my mother-in-law has attended church for many years.  They are a loving family there, and I truly enjoyed my time.

A lady by the name of Peggy brought the message and ended with an absolutely beautiful song.  She sang A Capella but I swear it was as if there were musical instruments playing in the background.

I am bringing this story to you, because it talks about the potter our maker and how sometimes it is difficult to go through the fire and be refined but in the end through the refining God makes a piece of clay into a beautiful creation.   I was eager to share with you, because so many of you have been refined through the fire through the trial of infertility and the loss of a child or children through miscarriage or following their birth early in their life or in their childhood.

God’s word says that he doesn’t put more on us than we can bear, but when I think about what some go through here on earth it is hard for me to grasp how they do make it through.   I know the answer is simply they fully rely on God.  As I reflected on the teacup story, it reinforced for me how God works through fiery trials to make a stronger person.  It is through those hard times, the tears and pain that God works through life trials and ultimately a beautiful creation comes to fruition.  We don’t always understand why we are being refined, but God always has a purpose and a plan.  Remember when you go through those times of refining God is working through it to produce a stronger person in you.

Share your thoughts and comments below, and share the teacup story with a friend or family member who may be going through a refining period.  I believe it will be an encouragement to them.

“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” ~ Jeremiah 18:6

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.

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear; but with the temptation also make a way to escape, that you may be able to bear it.

~ Author Unknown

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