Wednesday, June 3

My hero - Marjorie Hinckley, and other thoughts

Okay, just checked off another MMB blog to visit, and found something inspirational over at Homespun Light . FANTASTIC blog, with lots of children's reading suggestions and resources, etc.. But the quote I will share here is by my personal hero and person I would most like to meet (that will have to happen in Heaven, rest in peace).

Marjorie Hinckley said, "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 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."

Me, too. I want that - I want to BE that - and I have A LOT of work to do to even come close. Heaven help me become who only Heaven knows I can. Here am I, Lord, send me.
Time to sign off for today, and go get started. Amor es Servicio - Love is Service, and Service is Love. Family, first. Second, Cub Scouts (my church calling). Third, all else within my small circle of influence, and even those who appear to be beyond it.

Monkey is aparently coming down with a sore throat - no fun - and it taking an unusual nap at the moment. I was planning on taking the three munchkins to Cub Scouts, so Anthony could keep at his work day, but with this angry red back of the throat I see, wonder Dad has adjusted his schedule to be here with all three. What a man, love him whole heaps plus some. Thank Heaven for my wonderful best friend, sweetheart, handyman husband (you should see the garden gate he built!) daddy to my trio, he is everything to me. I hope you read this, love.

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