I always associate my Grandma Barker with the lyrics to a song written by George Harold Sanders and Clarence Z. Kelley.
For those of you who may not know this delightful ditty, here are some of the words: "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout…"
Special events in our family always demanded that Grandma deliver her rendition of the piece. After her customary disclaimers of memory loss, she would tantalize us with the most delightful English accent and, rubbing the belly of her faithful teapot, she'd recite the entire poem. I've never forgotten that, and whether it was her influence or not, I can't imagine life without copious amounts of brewed tea.
It was with great sadness, then, that the pot matching my set of everyday dishes broke a couple of years ago.
Fast forward to now. I headed to town to offer a bit of help to a friend. I was just about to leave when this person handed me "something to say thanks." There it was – a teapot, exactly like the one I'd had, to set aside for use as a flower pot. As hard as it is to believe, I was nearly speechless.
Carefully tucking my new treasure into the trunk of the car, I headed home, my head filled with thoughts of "every day miracles". From this day forward that blue and white patterned teapot will remind me of God's surprises, given just because He loves us.
"Command those who are rich in this present age not to be haughty, nor to trust in uncertain riches but in the living God, who gives us richly all things to enjoy." 1 Timothy 6:17 (NKJV)
While there's nothing wrong with riches rightly gained, let's never forget to give thanks for "teapot miracles".