In 2010, the 2 for Tea™ Carepack Ministry to Women was established by the Blue Hydrangea Tea Party™ campaign to support women living with ovarian cancer. This Christian outreach ministry will send care packages, by request, to women battling ovarian cancer, as well as other forms of cancer.

Please email Jennie@BHTP.ORG to request a carepack for yourself or a friend. This is as easy as 1, 2, 3!
1) Put the words “2 for Tea carepack request” in the subject line of the email.
2) Put the recipient’s name and address in the body of the email, and clarify if this is for yourself or a friend. Include your name if the carepack gift is for a friend, so that we can let her know who requested it for her.
3) Please share a little about yourself or the person who will be receiving the carepack. This helps us choose appropriate literature to include in the carepack.

NOTE: We respect the confidentiality of this information and it is not shared with anyone. Also, there is no cost for the care package.

The Teacup Story
(author unknown)

There was a couple who took a trip to England to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. While there, they shopped in a beautiful antique store; they both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups. 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 teacup spoke, “You don’t understand. I have not always been a teacup. 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! Let 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 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 saying, ‘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 brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Oh, please, STOP IT, STOP,’ I cried. He only shook His head and said, ‘Not yet.’ Then suddenly He put me back into the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot, and I just knew that I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then the door opened, and He took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited and waited, wondering, ‘What’s He going to do to me next?’ An 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!!!’ Quietly He spoke: ‘I want you to remember,’ He said, ‘I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just 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 know it hurt and it 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. If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.’” The moral of this story is this: God knows what He’s doing for each of us. He is The Potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us and expose us to just enough pressures, of just the right kinds, that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing and perfect Will. So when life seems hard, and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance, when your world seems to be spinning out of control, when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials, when life seems to stink, try this. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup, sit down and think on this story, and, then, have a little talk with The Potter.