This is a great story that we could allbenefit from. It is a simple reminder of how "GOD" is the potter of our life and we are the clay.
"GOD" is the shaper of each of our lives and when struggles seem overwhelming, we need to remind ourselves that these struggles serve a purpose in making usstronger, wiser, and in the perfect image that "GOD" has for each of His creations.
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores.They both liked antiques and pottery andespecially teapots. This was their twenty- fifth wedding anniversary.
One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teapot. They said, "May we see that? Weve never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teapot spoke.
"You dont understand," it said. "Ihavent always been a teapot. Therewas a time when I was red and I wasclay. My master took me and rolledme and patted me over and over and I yelled out, Let me alone, but he only smiled, Not yet.
"Then I was placed on aspinning wheel," the teapot said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! Im 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 himthrough the opening and I could readhis lips as he shook his head, Not yet.
Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. There, thats 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 wasnt any hope.I would never make it. I was ready togive up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed mea mirror and I couldnt believe it was me. Its beautiful. Im 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 hadnt put you there, you would have cracked.
I know the fumes were bad when I brushed andpainted you all over, but if I hadnt done that, younever would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life.
And if I hadnt put you back in that second oven, you wouldntsurvive 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.
When you’re troubled and discouraged in thedarkness of the night. When obstruction clouds your vision and you just cant see the light.
When life’s trials overcomeyou and you have nowhere to turn. When you’ve reached the very bottom, there are lessons you must learn.
For the clay is being molded,it’s been twisted, pulled and tossed. It’s been rolled and it’s been pounded till the ego has been lost.
He will put you through thefurnace. You’ll be tested to thebrim. Your life will be in pieces till you give your soul to Him.
From blemish to perfection, His handswill form the clay. This human piece of rubble must let God have His way.
When you come to Him all battered inthe form of mortal man. When you cry to Him in mercy, you will find the Potter’s hand.
He will grind you, mold and chisel. Thefriction you will feel till He gently carvesand shapes you upon the Potter’s wheel.
MORAL: "GOD" knows what Hes doing for all of us. He is thepotter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so thatwe may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will, which we can never escape. Credit Poem : Marilyn Ferguson Presentation : Sompong Yusoontorn