'GRANDMA’S TEACUP TREASURES A Holy Call to Treasure Godly Legacy' Steve Porter
- Global Prophetic Voice
- Sep 3
- 3 min read
Grandma’s china cabinet stood like a quiet sentinel in the corner of her living room. Rows of porcelain teacups and dainty teapots rested behind glass. Roses painted in pinks, violets in blue, little swirls of gold on white. Fragile. Untouched.
When the grandchildren were small, they’d press their noses to the glass. “Why doesn’t Grandma use them?” one would ask. Another would whisper, “Do you think she ever will?” But Grandma would just smile. Her eyes soft. Her voice gentle. “Some things are more than what they seem.” Then she’d change the subject, leaving the mystery untouched.
Years slipped by. The children grew taller, yet every visit their eyes wandered back to those cups. And Grandma, now slower in her steps, still dusted each one like it was alive. Carefully. Tenderly. As though she was guarding secrets too deep to tell. Each cup was tagged with a label telling the rich history of the cups and pots. “This one belonged to my mother.” “This one belonged to my grandmother,” they read.
Then came the day when her chair was empty. Her hands folded still. Grandma had gone home to be with Jesus.
After the funeral, the family gathered in her living room. The grandchildren, now older, drifted once again toward the cabinet. This time, they dared to open the glass door. One by one, they lifted the teacups. And there, tucked inside, were treasures. A folded drawing in faded crayon. A birthday note with crooked letters. Pressed flowers in a tiny teapot, dried but still carrying color.
Every cup held something. Keepsakes from long ago. Little gifts they had given her…saved, hidden, cherished. Tears fell. Because now they understood. Every small gesture had mattered. Nothing was ever thrown away.
As they turned from the cabinet, one grandchild noticed Grandma’s Bible on the side table. The leather was worn thin, corners bent. When they opened it, they were stunned. Pages underlined. Verses circled again and again. Notes written in the margins, prayers scrawled between lines. But what gripped them most were the stains. Dark spots where tears had fallen and dried into the paper. Her tears. Prayers poured out in secret for them…her family. Pleadings and praises pressed deep into the Word she loved.
The room grew still. Their hearts moved. They realized her faith had not been words alone…it was wept into the very pages of her Bible.
In that moment, the teacups and the tear-stained Bible spoke louder than any sermon. They told a story of love that remembers, love that holds close, love that never lets go. Grandma’s true treasure had never been porcelain or even paper. It had always been her family… and her Savior.
And as the grandchildren stood there, cups in their hands, Bible before their eyes, they realized…this is what lasts. Not possessions. Not riches. But faith. Love. A legacy of tears poured out before the Lord.
Beloved, when your story is told, what will be found?
Will those who come behind you discover prayer-soaked pages? Notes of love tucked away? A life that treasured the eternal over the fleeting?
The teacups are fragile. The paper fades. But the love of God poured into a soul never fades. It lives on. It preaches long after you’re gone.
So guard your days well. Hold close the ones you love. Leave behind a Bible that drips with tears and a story marked by faith. Because when you step into Heaven, what you leave behind will be the most precious inheritance of all.
“Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”
—Matthew 6:20–21 (NLT)
And maybe, just maybe, one day your children will hold a cup or turn a page and whisper through tears, “They left us more than memories. They left us Jesus.”
With Love,
Steve Porter
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