Fork It

Stole this from a posting from a friend:

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given just a short time to live. As she was getting her affairs in order, she asked her Pastor to come by her home to discuss her final wishes.

She discussed songs, scriptures and outfits for the service. Everything was in order and the Pastor was about to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important. "There's one more thing ... I want to be buried with a fork in my hand."

The Pastor stood staring, not knowing what to say. "I'm puzzled by this request."

The woman explained, "As a young girl, 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 know that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful and with substance!"

The Pastor's eyes welled up as he hugged the young woman goodbye. He knew she had a much better grasp of what Heaven would be like than many folks twice her age.

At the funeral, people were walking by the casket and the Pastor heard over and over, "What's the deal with the fork?" And he simply smiled.

During his message, the Pastor spoke of his final meeting with the woman. He also told them about the fork. There were joyful tears as he told them they probably, like him, would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

When next you eat and you pick up that fork, let it remind you - ever so gently - that the best is yet to come. The best is yet to come.