"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car wearing beautiful 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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing
Sister Scheck's lawn. 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 weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and
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 drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to Scout camp.
I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing
Sister Scheck's lawn. 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 weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and
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
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