Monday, March 4, 2013

Something to live by...

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, 
wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, 
and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. 
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels 
from taking kids to scout camp. 
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt 
from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. 
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails 
from helping to weed someone's garden. 
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks 
and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. 
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived

Marjorie Hinckley

Something beautiful said by a beautiful woman.

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