Marjorie Pay Hinckley
It makes me want to carpool some kids to scout camp. I thought I would pass it on to you.
"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."
Me too, Marjorie. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.
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