I Really Lived
By Marjorie Pay Hinckley
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.
Be nice to people,
Julie's daughter
7 comments:
Hi Julie
What an admirable philosophy to live your life by - help others, enjoy all that life has to offer (including the messy), live in and appreciate the moment.
Living by these words would result in a person reflecting on their life and not having many (if any) regrets.
What a beautiful post. Yes, Live each day like it's your last.
You gave me the misties...Julie, you are a very special woman. Always stay the way you are. A very beautiful read. Thanks for sharing with us.
Hugs,
Kimmie
I love it!!! I so want to be the same way!!! Thanks for sharing!!!~Wendy
I adore Sister Hickley she was such a wonderful woman. Thanks for sharing this reminder of how we should be living.
I loved this!!!! :)
Perfect!
Smiles,
Lea
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