Friday, June 10, 2011

What a wonderful quote!

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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’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 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 got a little dirt under my fingernails while planting my grape hyacinths.  Does that count?  I guess I need to be weeding my neighbors garden instead.  Heaven knows she has enough weeds to make me a saint!

1 comment:

  1. I love that quote too. Sister Hinckley had a wonderful way with words! After working in my yard all day I hope the dirt on my knees and under my fingernails gets me a few points in heaven too. After all, aren't we all trying to make our own little bit of heaven?