Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Keep your fork...

Thank you Megan - my friend, my niece, my little love for sharing...

The Woman and a Fork

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?" came the Pastor's reply.

"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 and 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, and with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my
hand and 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
He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her
before her death.
But, 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 and knowledge.
She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw
the dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.
Over and over, the Pastor heard the question,
"What's with the fork?"
And over and
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 and about what it symbolized to her.
He told the people how he could
not stop thinking about the fork and 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.

TRUE FRIENDS 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,
and they always want to open their
hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care.
Remember to always be there for them,
even when you need them more.
For you never know when it may be their time
to "Keep your fork."

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share . . . being friends
with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

I am sorry to any of you who consider me as your friend if I have failed you during my journey. I am sorry if I have not been there for you as I have desired and longed for those to be here for me. I try not to be a selfish person but perhaps I have been, and for that I ask your forgiveness.

Know that I mean well, I care deeply and love you even more...
And remember to ... keep your fork.

Proverbs 4:25

Let your eyes look straight ahead

fix your gaze directly before you.