This is where I have my ultimate favorite Inspirational stories and poems. I hope they’ll bless you as much as they did me. Whenever possible I like to give credit so if you see a poem or story that I don’t have the authors name there it’s because I don’t know who wrote it. If you know who the author is I would appreciate it if you would let me know so I can give credit. Thank you so much.

The Teacup There was a couple who used to go England to shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially tea-cups. 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 tea-cup spoke, “Thank you for saying I am beautiful,” it said, “but you have to understand, I have not always been a tea-cup. 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 tickling of the brush wasn’t that bad, but the fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Oh, please, stop it, STOP IT !!’ I cried. He only shook his head and said. “Not yet!” Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one.