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The Teacup Story

I am 20 something...closer to 30 than to the 20. In these many years, I thought that life had been at points very difficult, and at points, death would had been preferable than going through the trial. I have known all along that my past experiences have made me into the person I am today. Some would say I am shy, others would say I am bossy, and yet others would stick to saying that I am just a nut! However, I hope that at the end of my life, I can be a beautiful, yet strong teacup.

The Teacup Story

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 brown 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 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, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd 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


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Isela, thank you for sharing that story. It is trully an inspiration. I had never heard it before, but it has touched me deeply, and I know I will now keep it with me always.


That's beautiful. I've never heard it before, but it makes me think of one day in Primary a couple years ago during sharing time when the sister doing the sharing read a story. I know you've probably heard it, but I can't remember what it's called. But it was about a man and he made wooden people, and wooden people would put gold stars (??) on the other pretty wooden people and the ugly ones got black dots (??) (correct me if i'm wrong on the type of stickers) and one of the wooden people only had the black dots, no stars. In the end he met the man who made him, and he learned that he was really a beautiful person.


Oh yes, the Potter and the Clay. I pray to God that he melt me and mold me and make me into the person he wants me to be. Then pray and complain when I go through difficult times. Yet, it is all for my own good. It is nice to read The Teacup Story. Ir reminds me what a mighty God I serve! Thanks for the timely reminder!

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