Recently, I just came back from a funeral, only to find out today, that another relative on the other line of the family, passed away. Both people in their own way, prepared for things to come. They never knew exactly when their time was to die, but they made the best that they did to make the necessary preparations; one in a spiritual way, the other person, in a very physical way.
How does Preparation related to jewelry? I seem to work better within deadlines, they make me work hard and more efficient, but I do leave a bit of a disorganized mess behind. It’s not really worth hiring a cleaning lady after my jewelry show….I rather spend my profits on other things, then what I neglected behind. My favourite saying is, “I can do it all, but I can’t do it all at the same time!”. It takes time to prepare for travelling road shows, the prep work before makes it worth the while, in feeling I got off to the right start, and when it’s all over, I can pat myself on the shoulder, and know that it was worth every bit of my time, and finding joy in the creative and selling process.
So, no matter what stage we are in, one can always find joy in the journey. When you try your best, and enjoy it along the way, to not have any regrets, and know that this too shall pass, and every bit of preparation, prepares us for the next chapter in our lives. Here is a good reminder iin the following story:
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 didn’t know 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 potluck 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 the last time 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 was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman’s casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing, 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 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.
Now, if I ever get those fork bracelets done, I think I better attach this story to the forks!! Wouldn’t that be a neat idea! Christina