"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 I really lived."
I love this quote that I found on a friends blog. It expresses the feelings I have about really living my life as a Mother so in the end I have given all I have to give and I can arrive at those gates, worn out in His service. It reminds me to focus on what matters most in life.
side note: I don't mind if my toenails are painted when I get there. :)
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