I heard a story recently about a woman who was terminally ill. She met with her pastor to discuss her funeral arrangements. She told him about the dress she wanted to wear, the songs she wanted sung, and the scriptures she wanted read. Then she handed him a fork and said, “and I want this fork to be in my hands when I go.” Of course, the pastor was perplexed and asked her to explain.
She said she fondly remembered all the family gatherings, outings, picnics, church functions, and holidays; wonderful meals filled with love and laughter. As the final course was winding down and plates were being cleared, someone would always say, “Keep your fork.” It was an indication that something wonderful was coming, something even better than what she had just experienced was on its way, something amazing.
What a beautiful word picture.
And it got mi thinking:
When I look at all the decadent desserts that came from the fridge, pie safe, or oven throughout MY life, it makes mi want to continue to embrace those special moments, and definitely…to keep my fork, believing – that the best is yet to come.
© c. michelle bryant griffin