"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."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley
4 comments:
Its like the cookie KNEW that you were going to CUW! Creepy.
Hehe! I love fortune cookies!
HAHAHAHAH!!! HEY, it might be true, duh, are YOU doing CUW!!!! YEAH!
I keep wanting to say, "in bed" when I see this post.
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