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 neighbor’s 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 Pay Hinckley
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s 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 Pay Hinckley
But.....true confession......that's not me........I want the good hair and clothes, no scouts, yes helping others, but not getting messy, yes children's kisses and a shoulder to cry on, but not yard work.....and I want to sing in shows and do art and create beautiful spaces and have a faithful heart and family togetherness and I want to learn the scriptures and then the Lord will know I was really here and that I really lived.
1 comment:
Loved your addage at the end. So you. The great part about that is, The Lord knows you and Marjorie, knows you show love to others in your own way, and loves you both the same :)
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