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 with mud on the wheels from taking the 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 be there with sticky children's kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
*I want the Lord to know that I was really here and that I really lived.
~By Sister Marjorie Pay Hinckley
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