THE FORK

THE FORK (this is worth reading...) There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?" the Pastor's replied. "This is very important," the young woman continued. I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Pastor. The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over & say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful & with substance! "So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand & I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork - the best is yet to come'." The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. He also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience & knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket & they saw the cloak she was wearing & the fork placed in her right hand. Over & over, the Pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?" And over & over he smiled. During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork & about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork & told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends and family are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, & they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends and family how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it maybe their time to "Keep their fork." Cherish the time you have, & the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

Thanks alot. Now I'm trying not to cry at work. Thank you for sharing that with us, it was great. Ken

Hi there Dawn!!! Long time no read!! lol Well I just wanted to say thanks for sharing that beautiful story with us all, I will always try remember that when I sit down to eat. You are great!!!! Love you! In His Love, Steph

HI Dawn!! thanks for sharing that! I really like this illustration. Maybe I will just have to leave that way myself! God bless you ~ Candy

Hi Dawn. I'm just heading out the door to our church's Wednesday night dinner. I'll sure think of this story when I reach for my fork. How are you feeling? I am so glad you are back posting. Love you! Peg