I don't know who wrote this poem. I got a Christmas Card with this message in it yesterday. I thought I would post it in dedication to Gena and Jorli. The card was from my Aunt Lorraine, my Godmother.
The Christmas Teacup
"Grandma, why's that teacup sitting 'neath the Christmas tree?"
Amanda asked her Grandma, with eyes wide as they could be.
"Because, my child," Grandma replied, "it's a reminder of the
many ways God demonstrates his never ending love.
You see that pretty teacup was once just a lump of clay. It
yelped and cried as God began to mold it one fine day. Then, God
placed it on a wheel that wildly spun around. As the teacup cried with
fear, "O Lord, please put me down!"
But the Lord said, 'Not quite yet! Please trust me, if you will,' As He
gently placed the teacup deep inside a fiery kiln. There the cup felt true
despair as flames around it burned. She feared the Lord had left for
good, never to return.
All at once cool air rushed in as the door opened wide. God's loving
hands reached in to bring His precious cup outside. Then, came strokes
from a fine brush, dipped in God's choice of paint. Weak from the heat,
englulfed in fumes, the teacup thought she'd faint.
Quietly, the teacup cried, 'O Lord what have I done?' 'My child, I'm only
finishing the work that I've begun.' God said, and locked the cup again behind
the oven door---Yet, from those flames she reemerged, a lump of clay no more.
Stronger and more beautiful, her purpose now defined, the teacup sat in
wonder as the Master's name was signed. "Honey," Grandma whispered,
"that teacup's like me and you. God has a special purpose for each struggle we
go through. So let's sit down and share a special cup of Christmas tea. And
thank the Lord for all He does to fashion you and me into the folks He had in
mind since long before our birth----The loved ones Jesus came to save when
He came here to earth."