The Tea Cup – (amazing Moral)

There was a couple who used to go shopping in beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery, especially teacups. One day in a shop they saw a beautiful teacup.

They said, “May we see that? We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.” As the storekeeper handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.

“You don’t understand,” it said. “I haven’t always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay.” My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, “let me alone”, but he only smiled, “Not yet.”

“Then I was placed on a spinning wheel,” the teacup said, “and suddenly I was spun around and around. Stop it! I’m getting dizzy!” I screamed. But my master only nodded and said, ‘Not yet.”

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, “Not yet.”

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. “There, that’s better,” I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ”Stop it, stop it!” I cried. He only nodded,”Not yet.”

Then I knew there wasn’t any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf.

One 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.”
Then my Master said to me, “I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had 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 knew it hurt and 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.
You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”

Moral: God knows what He’s doing (for all of us).He is the all-Wise & all-Knowing.
He will mold us, by passing us through difficulties in life. So that we become better human beings and face the challenges of life with ease.

i have no idea to grow up this site www.anakkost.info the web server have abad service and i can’t instal some cms, now i try to make  a web blog using indonesian wordpress i hope this work.

actualy i want to make forum and a online store but I don’t know how to start a forum and I don’t have anything to sale in the store…

it’s hard to be a web enterpreneur.

but lets try, we dont know about the effort if not tryng…

 

me.

It’s me!

I was born as the first child of four children, was born eighteen years before I typed this post. Oh yes, this is only a post rather than a diary that tells kesahku complained. It is not also a novel that raised the real story. Information about myself I was born and given the name “Ronald Pardede”, waw pretty name, one year eight months I became an only child. Before my first sister was born!. Not a lot of what I saw in those days than what my parents told olehorang and the people around them. That’s what I know is I was born in the late afternoon of April six years and nine one. Born with a healthy body, fat and big. Maybe because I was conceived during the ten months.
My childhood quite pleasant, with undivided attention from parents. Born in a village two and a half hour away from the city district. Born of a mother who married a guru.di a place my father in assigned housing. My growth is quite good, though far from town, my parents gave me milk powder every day after the breastfeeding period. A form of love that I proud of today. At that very rarely infants and toddlers get the milk. My parents bought the milk through the only one in the village minibus, minibus that nearly each day to the city. I’m healthy babies liked by neighbors, in the afternoon when the mother carried me for a walk around the house a lot of girls who like to carry me.
Pleasure that continues even though my sister was born, my parents’ attention remains intact to me. My first sister was born on December twenty-five nine two. Right Christmas night, but in the village my family is the only Christian family. That’s what I know about the birth of my sister. Then me and my sister grew up together. Because of our age are not much different from father to equate what I get toys and toys that gets. We are quite a lot of toys compared to other children in the village.
Six years from my birth I went to elementary school. Although it before it happens, I’ve started to learn. I never felt the bench playgroup or kindergarten. Because of the village there is no educational institutions are like that. Due to limited classroom space, the between-class and second class at the join in one room, and besides the number of primary school students in the place was not too much.

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