Woman and a Fork.

Post  789 ~ ~ ~ Sunday  2nd December,  2012.

Hello my dear friends ~~ Well after all sorts of problems, it seems to be going well so far. I hope it does as I was close to closing down. Blogger gave me a hard time and wouldn't let me get to my own blog. and refused to believe there was an URL nor would they  recognize
my name at all.  Apparently all is forgiven now.  I got very frustrated and felt so down that
I could hardly do anything.   Particularly with my sleep problems and not being able to stay awake. That also is frustrating and I am going to see the doctor about that and the very jerky things my arms do. etc etc. Will let you know how that goes. May be Parkinsons.

Thanks to Peter for his Fill in and thanks to the old favorites who keep in touch faithfully.
I do appreciate you all and I hope you know that.

Well I will get on with this post in case I feel the need to put my head down.

First tonight is the title one, Woman With a Fork which was sent to me by my goof friend Theanne. Thank you Theanne.

My blog is located here: 

http://www.theanneandbaron.com

Woman and a Fork

There was a young 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.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young 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 young woman continued.. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.

'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and 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 young 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 young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing 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 young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He 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, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed They make you smile and encourage you to succeed Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share  ..... being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility. 

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.

And keep your fork

 
  Make life good...do not expect it!
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Mountain Wings always have some good ones. The first one is a beauty.

Music Lovers
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A married couple trying to live up to a snobbish life-style went
to a party. The conversation turned to Mozart.

"Absolutely brilliant, magnificent, a genius!"

The woman, wanting to join in the conversation, remarked
casually, "Ah, Mozart. You're so right. I love him.
Only this morning I saw him getting on the No. 5 bus going to
Coney Island."

There was a sudden hush, and everyone looked at her.

Her husband was mortified. He pulled her away and whispered,
"We're leaving right now.
Get your coat and let's get our of here."

As they drove home, he kept muttering to himself.
Finally his wife turned to him.
"You're angry about something."

"Oh really?" You noticed?" He sneered.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life!
You saw Mozart take the No. 5 bus to Coney Island?



Don't you know the No. 5 bus doesn't go to Coney Island?"

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The Next Door Neighbor
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I'm thankful today for good neighbors. I've never met one like
ours. My car broke down last spring. All summer, we tried to get
it fixed but after 300k miles and two accidents, it gave up.

James had no way to work, so our neighbor insisted we use his
spare van, which he used to haul supplies or as a 'loaner' for
family, until we could save the down payment on a replacement.

With trying to catch up our mortgage and medical bills, it took
six months. The day we picked up the car, James took the van
keys to our neighbor and offered to pay whatever we could for
using his van so very long (we had of course paid for all the
gas and maintenance).

The neighbor accepted only our thanks, he refused to take a dime.

You want to see some Christian charity? Yeah, his name's Tom,

he's next door.

~A MountainWings Original by Whitney Bland, Independence, MO~

He answereth and saith unto them, He that hath two coats,
let him impart to him that hath none; and he that hath meat,
let him do likewise. (Luke 3:11)

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Signs in front of Churches
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1. The best vitamin for a Christian is B1.

2. Under same management for over 2,000 years.

3. Soul food served here.

4. Tithe if you love Jesus!  Anyone can honk.

5. You can give without loving, but you cannot love without
   giving.

6. Beat the Christmas rush, come to church this Sunday!

7. Don't wait for the hearse to take you to church.

8. We should be more concerned with the Rock Of Ages, instead of
   the age of rock.

9. Don't give up.  Moses was once a basket case!

10. Come early for a good seat in the back.

11. Life has many choices, Eternity has two. What's yours?

12. Worry is interest paid on trouble before it is due.

13. A man's character is like a fence.  It cannot be
    strengthened by whitewash.

14. K-mart isn't the only saving place!

15. Preach the gospel at all times ... Use words only if
    necessary.

16. Delay is preferable to error.

17. It's hard to stumble when you're on your knees.

18. What part of "THOU SHALT NOT" don't you understand?

19. A clear conscience makes a soft pillow.

20. The wages of sin is death.  Repent before payday!

21. Never give the devil a ride.  He will always want to drive.

22. Can't sleep?  Try counting your blessings.

23. Forbidden fruit creates many jams.

24. May is God's apology for February.

25. To belittle is to be little.

26. Don't let the littleness in others bring out the littleness
    in you.

27. God answers knee mail.

28. Try Jesus.  If you don't like Him, the devil will always
    take you back.

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One from my friend Warren, Thanks Mate for Another Aussie Classic. 

Three Aussie blokes working up on an outback mobile phone tower: Mongrel, Coot and Bluey.
As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Bluey says, 'Well, bugger me, someone's gotta go and tell Coot's wife.

Mongrel says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it.' Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Beer.

Bluey says, 'Where'd you get the grog, Mongrel?' 'Coot's wife gave it to me,' Mongrel replies. 'That's unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?' 'Well, not exactly', Mongrel says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Coot's widow."

She said, 'You must be mistaken. I'm not a widow.' Then I said, 'I'll betcha a case of beer you are.'

Aussies guys are good at that sensitive stuff..

Sure sounds like it doesn't it?

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Well I think I have had all the frivolity I can stand so will hope this posts.  My love and best wishes to you all.  Be kind to each other

and take care of yourselves.  Cheers,  Merle.

Post  789 ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 2nd December,  2012.

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