Hold onto Your Fork…The Best is Yet to Be!

Years ago, our preacher at the time gave a sermon about a married couple. I don’t remember the details, only the basics. A wife had served her husband a great meal, and as she cleared away the dishes, she announced to her husband her usual comment, “Hold onto your fork. The best is yet to be.”

After the sermon, that saying stuck with me. As we were suffering financial difficulties, I took an old fork, tied a red ribbon around it, and hung it on my refrigerator in hopes of God’s promise of the best is yet to be. I never removed it. It’s been there for years. It reminds me that, no matter what the trial, heartache, or pain surrounding my life, God is still faithful to the promises in His Word.

First Kings 8:56b says, “There has not failed one word of all His good promise.” (NKJV) Abraham knew this. He never doubted, for scripture says he was “fully convinced that what He had promised He was also able to perform.” (Rom. 4:21 NKJV) He held on and God fulfilled His promise to him of the best that was yet to be.

Even with great faith attached to it, a promise of God sometimes stalls in its appearance because of God’s time schedule. What happens when inactivity occurs, when a promise seems to drift farther and farther away, when circumstances linger incessantly and patience wears thin? Are we more concerned about the problem or God’s promise?

If we hold onto that Word, as that scarlet cord of promise, God will always be faithful to keep it, for the One Who breathes His promises into our hearts will not fail to serve up the sweet ending.

Whatever your trials might be this day, hang on to God’s promises. Go now, find a fork, tie it up with a pretty bow, and hang it on your refrigerator, for…

YOUR BEST IS YET TO BE!!!

~~Blessings, Lynn~~

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Lucy Ann Moll
    Jan 22, 2009 @ 17:32:01

    Lynn,

    I keep a torn one dollar bill on my fridge. To me, it means “I’m not perfect, but just wait.” You see, for the longest time my mom had this very $1 on her fridge and she never got around to bringing it to the bank to get a new “perfect” dollar.

    When she died 15 years ago, I removed it from her fridge and stuck it on mine. Like this torn dollar, I’ve not been perfected. I’m still in this body.

    But wait. . .one day I will see my Lord and everything will be just right. Amen? Amen!

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