I have had this little narrative tucked back for years and wanted to share it with you today. Truth be told, I needed to read it myself! It is my hope that at whatever stage you find yourself in the molding process that this will bring you hope. God Bless!
The teacup looked like an ordinary teacup until it spoke…”You do not understand. I have not always been a teacup. There was a time when I was nothing but a piece of clay… My master took me, rolled me, and patted me over and over and over. I yelled, “Leave me alone.” But He only smiled and said, ‘Not yet.’ Then I was placed on a spinning wheel and spun around and around and around. I screamed, ‘Stop it! I’m dizzy!’ The master nodded and said, ‘Not yet.’ Then He put me in the oven, and it was terribly hot. I thought I would burn to a crisp. I yelled and knocked on the door…’stop it’…’not yet.’ Then He took me out of the oven and started to paint me, and the fumes were horrible. I cried, ‘Stop it, stop it!…’Not yet.’ All at once He put me back into the oven- twice as hot. ‘Stop it!’ I begged and pleaded and screamed…He only said, “Not yet.’ Just when I knew I would not make it, He opened the door and placed me on a shelf. An hour later he handed me a mirror and said, ‘Look at yourself.’ I was beautiful, really beautiful.
As I gazed at my beauty, my master said, ‘I know it hurt to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you, you would have just dried up. I know it hurt to be spun around and around, but if I had stopped you would have crumbled. I know it hurt in the oven, but if I had stopped you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I painted you, but if I had stopped, you never would have hardened. But now you are a beautiful finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
To God Be the Glory!