The Teacup
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores.  They both liked antiques and pottery (especially teacups).  This was their 25th wedding anniversary. In this beautiful shop, they saw a beautiful teacup. It was unlike any other they had ever seen. 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 a peice of old, hard red 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 and said, 'Not yet.' Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, 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. Then 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.' And suddenly he put me into another oven, not like the first time. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged, pleaded, screamed, cried, all the time I could see him through the opening, shaking 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 said 'Look at yourself.' and I did. I said 'That's not me, that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.' 'I want you to remember' 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 it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you in 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 in that second oven, you wouldn't have survived 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 is doing (for all of us). He is our potter and we are his clay. He will mold us and make us so that we may be made into a flawless peice of work to fulfill his good, pleasing and perfect will.
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