There was a couple that used to go to antique stores.
They both loved antiques and pottery, especially teacups.
It was their fifty-first wedding anniversary. They were in a beautiful shop when they saw an exquisite teacup.
They asked the clerk, “May we see that? We have never seen one quite so lovely.”
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly to the couple’s amazement, the teacup spoke.
“You don’t understand,” it said. “I haven’t always been a teacup.
There was a time when I was a teapot. I had a few cracks and my paint was chipping. I was happy as one could be.”
“One day the potter brought me and took me to his house. The Potter looked at me nodded and smiled.
He picked me up in His loving hands putting me in a leather bag, it was dark and I was alone. He closed the bag.
Next, I felt something striking me over and over again, I was being smashed into pieces.
I cried out, “Please stop, let me alone.”
The Potter said, “Not yet.” And smiled and poured me out before him, it felt so good to be in the light again and not being hit anymore when suddenly the Potter took a large heavy metal roller and started to crush me into very fine powder.
I yelled “Please it hurts so bad, just leave me alone.” and he only smiled and said, ‘Not yet.’
Then I was placed on another table and water was poured on me, it felt so good, when suddenly the Potter took me in his hands and started to smash me through his fingers forcing water into my every fiber, it hurt so bad, and I yelled out, ‘let me alone,’ but, he only smiled and said, ‘Not yet.’
Now the potter 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 spun around, and around, and around. Stop it! I’m getting dizzy!’ I screamed.
“But the master potter only smiled and 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 on the door. I could see him through the opening, and I could read his lips, as he shook his head smiling, and said, “Not yet.”
“Finally the door opened, he put me on a shelf, and I began to cool. ‘There that’s better’, I said. Unexpectedly he started to brush and paint me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Stop it, stop it!’ I cried. He only smiled and nodded saying, ‘Not yet.’
Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first time. It 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, smiling and saying ‘Not yet.’
“At that very moment, I knew there was not 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 a 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 put in a leather bag and be crushed, but if I would have left you alone you would be an old broken piece of pottery. I loved you too much to leave you like that and I saw and knew your potential.
‘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 know 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 would not be beautiful.
‘I know it hurt to be put back in the oven that was twice as hot, if I hadn’t done that you never would have hardened; you would not have held together and could be easily broken.
Now you are my finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first saw you.’”
MORAL: God knows what He is doing for all of us. He is the Potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.
The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord saying, “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I shall announce My words to you.” Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something on the wheel.
But the vessel that he was making of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he remade it into another vessel, as it pleased the potter to make. Then the word of the Lord came to me saying, “Can I not, O house of Israel, deal with you as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.”Jeremiah 18:1-6
I understand that some of you are going through much trials and tribulations and that the pain may be great.
Please remember you are in the Potter hands and EVERYTHING IS ALREADY ALRIGHT.
God sees you as His finish product and you are His workmanship, beautifully and wonderfully made.
Be blessed my brothers and sisters
Pastor Coney Woodma
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