“Then came the second furnace, even
hotter. I was sure I could not survive this
time. But once more, the master knew
exactly what he was doing.”
“When he finally brought me out, he
set me before a mirror. I could hardly
believe what I saw. “I was no longer that
rough, unfinished lump of clay. I had
become something beautiful, useful, and
prepared for his purpose.”
“Then my master said, ‘When I
pressed you, you did not understand.
When I spun you, you did not understand.
When I put you in the fire, you thought I
was destroying you. But I knew what I
was making the entire time.’”
Teacup story