Dreaming Awake: God's Timing

Happy Monday! 
 I hope you all had a relaxing weekend :)
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Let's continue with our sweet Dream Awake series on God's timing, shall we?  Sharing stories on how He knows the desires of our hearts and He knows the best time for those desires to burst into full bloom .

Tuesday we are going to have another amazing amazing blogger share her story on God's timing and waiting on Him for him :)

But today - I found a little story I wanted to share with you!  About a tea cup...

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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 "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!" "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, 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?"

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 be 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."



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I love this little story :)  It is a cute reminder that though we think we know when the best time for our dreams to flourish are, God knows better.  He knows at times we need to learn more, keep stretching our souls/minds/spirits, and be molded into what we are supposed to become.  Once we have been molded in His time - we can then be used to fulfill His will.  In this story, the clay became a delicate tea cup for collectors.  In your story, you became...[think on it :)]

What stories do you love that send strong messages?  I would love to hear.  Always up for a good analogy too ;)

7 comments:

Kristina :

Sheila, the story is beautiful and a perfect way to start this week. I had a great but exhausting weekend and didn't really feel like getting on with things this morning. The story reminded me that every life has its purpose and we can't just sit around doing nothing and wasting this purpose.
Happy Monday!

Kyle :

Fantastic story Sheila! What a great way to start off a Monday. Have a blessed day.

Janna Bogert :

I adore stories like that! My friend was messaging me that he ended a relationship with a girl to find his faith, but now that he's ready to be with her, she is not ready to be with him. I told him that God has a plan. Either they will end up together at the right time or there is someone better out there for both of them <3

Nicholl Vincent :

I love this story. Thank you for sharing it with us!

Laura {a spoonful of joy} :

what a sweet story! thanks for sharing!

Allie :

Wow. That was such a beautiful story. I'm in awe. Our posts today were very similar. I talked about how God has a plan for me and I keep trying to take the reins and I'm realizing more and more how to do that. Thanks for sharing. :)

Simply Splendid LOVE :

Love this story. It's such a great picture of our life. Why is it so hard for us to let God take control of our live? Thanks for sharing Sheila!!

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