Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I Really Lived!

"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."