Keep your fork!
There was a 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. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite 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 family 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 goodbye. 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 as 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…
After church we rushed to the Hodgkinson's for their Easter dinner. Again, thanks to Haylee for the pictures that I stole from her blog. Eliza sat at the kids table all by herself. She didn't eat much but that's pretty normal these days for her.
Dinner was delish. Ham, potatoes, orange rolls etc.
And for dessert Haylee made twinkie dessert. Apparently Grandma Welling made it all the time. I had never had it. It's crazy that it's so good!
Next we went to my dad's house for our Easter dinner. The forks and napkins weren't special for today. They are leftovers from our wedding! We've been using them almost every Sunday dinner since our wedding. This is the last of them...
We had a yummy ham, potatoes, etc. for dinner again! We ate way too much! Eliza was so tired. Days like this are long and hard for little ones! But, she looked adorable.
And of course matching outfits for the three of us... Some things you are never too old for.
I decorated for Easter as well! I was proud of myself.
Easter was a great day. I loved spending it with my family and loved ones.
