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Keep Your Fork Recipe

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There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. 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. The woman also requested to be buried with her favourite Bible.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the 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 woman continued.."I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.

The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck 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 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 woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible 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 woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor 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 oh so gently, that the best is yet to come..

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minitindel 4 months ago said:
HENRIE IVE HEARD THIS BEFORE AND IT IS SO TOUCHING ;IT DOES BRING TEARS TO MY EYES EVERY TIME I READ IT; THANK YOU SO MUCH .........

morninlite 4 months ago said:
I love that! I'm going to have my kids bury me with a fork!!

magali777 4 months ago said:
Oh Henrie, I loved it, thanks!

krumkake 4 months ago said:
How many times have I HEARD or SAID "Keep your fork"...that woman was so right - those words ALWAYS make you smile inside because you know something wonderful is coming next - love this story...thanks for sharing it. I will never be able to utter those words again without grinning!

bakermel 4 months ago said:
Beautiful!

theiris 4 months ago said:
Also heard it before but appreciate the reminder girlfriend! God Bless, Mare

momo_55grandma 4 months ago said:
Never heard this before but oh so true thanks good buddy

possumqueen 4 months ago said:
I love this one!!!!!

I heard this years ago on a country radio station when I lived in Florida - every weekday morning they would read an inspiration of the day.

Most mornings and my sister and I would chat with each other on our way to work on our cell phones. Together we'd listen to the inspiration and get weepy and curse the stinkin radio for making us cry and ourselves for not wearing waterproof mascara. Good memories - good times!