This life is hard. There some things that we will never fix, get closure on, or be able to get over. There are people we long to see, but can’t and some burdens we long to unload but aren’t able to. Not yet. I wear a silver bracelet made out of forks to remind me of this:
There is a fable about an old woman who died. She was a wonderful cook and a pillar of the church. At her request, the funeral director placed a fork in her hand, lying upon her chest, for all to see as they strolled by to pay their respects. When the preacher finally came to the end of his sermon, he said, “And the fork? On potluck Sunday, she would always say, “Y’all hold onto your forks, cause the best is yet to come!” And today, for her, the best has finally come!”
There are some things that just have to wait ’til heaven. Some closures, reunions, healings, and questions that cannot be had here. In a way, it gives us something to look forward to, something to hope for. For God, death and this life is not the end. So, save your fork, folks! The best is yet to come!
Sweet Mimosa 