â€œLike clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in My handâ€ (Jeremiah 18:6).
Iâ€™ve had this story (author unknown), entitled â€œThe Potter,â€ in my files for several years. (The title on a couple blogs is â€œThe Tea Cup.â€)Â Please read this rather amusing story:
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 especially teacups. Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked â€œMay we see that? We’ve never seen a cup quite so beautiful.â€
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 spun around and 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, quietly; ‘Not yet.’
He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape 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, ‘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,â€™ I cried. 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 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?’ (continued tomorrow)
Have you ever felt like that teacup?Â Is God pounding and bending and spinning you to what you feel is the breaking point and placing you in a hot oven till you are ready to scream, â€œStop it!â€?Â Weâ€™ve all been there or will be there at some point.
Our trials are not meant to break us but to bend us toward God.Â Whatever He sends or allows is an invitation to draw closer to Him.
He knows just what it takes,
And never will He forsake;
Though He has to say, â€œNot yet!â€
Trust Him for His very best. â€“Ruby Morris