I received this story from a dear friend. I want to pass the fork to you.
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 good-bye. 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 cloak 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.Friends are a very rare jewel,indeed.They make
you smile and encourage you to succeed.Cherish the time
you have,and the memories you share.Being friends with
someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND...
and I'll bet this will be anEmail they do remember,
every time they pick up a fork!
And just remember...keep your fork!
The BEST is yet
God Bless You