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Beauty in the Master’s Hands

Yet, O Lord, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)

Today, I continue to celebrate the moments in life God has given me.  I want to share with you an email I received a couple years ago.  I was reminded this week that there have been times in my life where the fire has gotten really hot and no matter how hot that fire gets, God is still in control.  The process can be difficult at times, but the masterpiece God is creating is well worth it!   I hope this story ministers to your heart, as you relate it to your own life.

There was a couple who took a trip to England to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.  They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups…

Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked “May we see that?  We’ve never seen a cup quite so beautiful.”

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!”  “Leave 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…  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,” I cried.  He only shook his head and said.  ‘Not yet’!

Then suddenly he put me back in 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?”

An hour later he handed me a mirror and said ‘Look at yourself.’  And I did.

I said, “That’s not me; that couldn’t me.  It’s beautiful.  I’m beautiful!”

Quietly he spoke:  “I want you to remember,’ he said, ‘I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just 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 it 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.  If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held.  Now you are a finished product.  Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”

The moral of this story is this:  God knows what He’s doing for each of us.  He is the potter, and we are His clay.  He will mold us and make us, and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.

Have you felt like this little teacup?  Are you in the Master’s oven?  There is good news waiting for you just around the bend.  Please continue to hold on and know that no matter how hot the oven gets; God is making something beautiful out of your life.  I don’t know what part of the process you are in.  You might be on the wheel spinning, in the Potter’s hands being molded, in the heat of the oven, being painted by the Master, or the finishing touches may be coming your way.  Wherever you are at, please know that God will complete the work He has begun.  Then take a look in the mirror!  You are a masterpiece and the work God has done in you is beautiful!

Dear Father God, It is often difficult to stay on the wheel, even when I know You are the One molding me.  I pray I will be obedient to You and find comfort in the fact that You know what’s best.  No matter how hot the oven gets, may I continue to know You are in control!  I look forward to all the beautiful colors You will continue to paint into my life!

Embracing All that You are Creating Me to Be,

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