Poems and Inspirational Writings:

We'll be on our own to clean and cook, since before an outing the phone rings off the hook.. "What time do we leave? Where do we meet? Are we still going if it rains?"

"Don't they read permission slips or newsletters?" the Girl Scout spouse exclaims!

Yes, their houses are neglected --- the Board of Health could shut them down.

To many a leader's husband, the mear mention of Girl Scouts could bring a frown.

She says that in 20 years- no one on earth will know or care,

for if man's existence is from dust to dust- you'll find one on our unswept stair!

Being a part of leader's family brings with it a unique lifestyle.

We pray at least a few young girls will nuture and grow to make all of THIS worthwhile!

Thanks to WAGGGS-L members for sharing this.

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Inventory

Today I stood in my doorway

And watched my Scout troop leave,

And I pondered then the question --

Of the kind of a leader I want to be.

I'd want them to follow my every move

In building a cook-out fire,

But how would I feel if they followed my lead

In venting wrath at injured pride?

They do right well to keep in mind

The lessons I've taught on bearing a flag

But oh, how sorry I'd be to find

That their tongue should ever idly wag!

I really feel good when their voices ring

With joy at singing the songs I've taught,

But could I feel good at my conscience's sting

If they ever knew evil things I've taught?

Yes, today I stood and watched them go

And today I could only pray

For guidance and wisdom to help me show

These girls of mine the better way.

Today I was given a lesson to learn

And a charge to hold in trust

For Girl Scouting won't stop with badges we earn

But challenges me to become what I must.

I'm challenged to love when loving is hard –

To forgive when it's bitter to do.

I'm challenged at all times to be on guard

That my actions and words will be true.

But I'm glad that this is my challenge

For I know beyond any doubts

That I'm better by far than ever I'd be

Without that troop of Girl Scouts.

Thanks to WAGGGS-L members for sharing this.

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100 years

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was,

what sort of house I lived in,

or what kind of car I drove:

But the world may be different because

I was important in the life of a child.

Thanks to WAGGGS-L members for sharing this.

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If I Had My Life to Live Over

Someone asked me the other day, if I had my life to live over, would I change anything?

No, I answered, but then I began to think...

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything because it was practical , wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later, now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more I love you...more I'm sorry...

but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute .....

look at it and really see it...

live it...

and never give it back.

Thanks to: Betsy W., Pioneer Council for sharing this.

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TIME

Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day.

What would you do?

Draw out every cent, of course!

Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.

There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!

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The clock is running. Make the most of today..

To realize the value of ONE YEAR
Ask a student who has failed his exam.

To realize the value of ONE MONTH
Ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of ONE DAY
Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed.

To realize the value of ONE HOUR
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet or . . .

To realize the value of ONE MINUTE
Ask a person who has missed the train.

To realize the value of ONE SECOND
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of ONE MILLI-SECOND
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have!
And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special..
special enough to have your time...
and remember time waits for no one ...

Thanks to Debbie F. from WAGGGS-L for sharing this.