I liked this....

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 someones garden.

I want to be there with the 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