That's MY Fork!

Honestly, I have not a clue where it came from. It was as if it appeared from nowhere. I can't remember how old I was when it first showed up but I do know that it is MINE! It is sterling silver, square at the end. It has four prongs and it smooth up until it widens out for the mouth. At this point there is a flower design of some sort. It fits perfectly in my hand, picks up my food just right and it is MINE. Oops, did I say that already?!?!

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It's my fork at my Momma's house! It has always been there and to this day when I go to her house to eat that fork (which I must say doesn't resemble any other forks or silverware that she has) is pleasantly laid out for me to eat with. It is a running joke around my Momma's house that Lori has to have her fork and my nieces and nephews all try and take my fork but Aunt Lori will hunt you down to get her fork back!

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I'm sure if my Momma and my sister are reading this they are both shaking their heads and laughing because they know just how serious I am about this fork. Several months ago I guess it was my Momma asked me why I liked that fork so much. What was it about that fork that made it mine, made me go insane, made me turn into a two year old over the mere thought of anyone eating off of my fork. I didn't have to think about it, stammer, shutter, ponder, it just blurted out of me as if it was something I talked about all the time.

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To me that fork is home! What...you ask. Well, you see, growing up a PK (preacher's kid) things changed alot. We moved a good bit. Friends came and went. Life was never redundant, the same, it was ever changing. But, that fork was always there. It didn't matter how many times we moved that fork was always there. So, to me, that fork is home. It may sound silly but that sterling silver, unmatched fork means peace to me. In the midst of all the storms that raged through my childhood, my teen years and even now through my adult life I always know that when I go to Momma's house that fork will be there. Many people find comfort in blankets, houses, pictures, maybe even a car but to me my fork is home.

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"My people will live in safety, quietly at home. They will be at rest. Even if the forest should be destroyed and the city torn down, the Lord will greatly bless his people." Isaiah 32:18-20 (NLT). Even though it doesn't have my fork specifically listed in this passage...I think I get the point! What about you? Just when life is uneasy, torn apart, there is nothing but turmoil and chaos just remember that he promises safety, rest and blessings! Even if the forest should be destroyed and the city torn down the LORD will bless his people! *Sigh* What a wonderful promise!!!!

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And speaking of my Momma today...I must wish her a Happy Bir-s-day! (That's how Gabe used to say it...heehee). Momma, if I can only grow up to be half the Momma you are then I will feel like I have succeeded and accomplished my task as a Mom! I love you dearly and words can never express the admiration and love that I have for you! =) I hope you have a wonderful bir-s-day!