Sunday Quotations

I chose this poem by Sister Hinckley for this week. I have it tacked to my cork board in the office area by the phone where I can see it every day. She was such a kind, sweet woman and quite an example to me. If you get the chance, read "Glimpses into the Life and Heart of Marjorie Pay Hinckley", written by her daughter Virginia H. Pearce. A great companion book to President Hinckley's biography "Go Forward with Faith".

"I Really Lived"
by Sister 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.