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Heather (Virginia)

I am a mother of five children, one darling daughter and four dashing sons. When I am not wrangling with their schedules, I can be found teaching my 25 piano students, substitute teaching or RUNNING! I am a ten time marathoner with 5 dreamy "Boston" races under my belt. I run for peace. I run for fun. I run to eat. Speaking of eating, I have a passion for chips and guacamole, hummus and CANDY (any kind will do). I love being inspired. Music, nature, words, strangers, friends and a loving Heavenly Father grant me inspiration daily. How grateful I am for it.


Shasta (Texas)

Howdy from the great state of Texas! I am married to my best friend and we are enjoying every day with our 3 silly children. I enjoy cooking, gardening, and not sweating the small (or dirty) stuff! I believe that life is 90% attitude and 10% what happens to you.


Shannon (Oregon)

I write from my home by the sea in Seaside Oregon. I am dedicated to improving the lives of women and children and I love to serve others. I have worked as a domestic/sexual assault crisis worker, trauma recovery specialist and in many other capacities. Currently I follow my passions by writing for BillionClicks.org, FamilyShare.com, spending time with her family, serving at church, running on the beach and being a generally all around positive person.


Rebecca

I grew up in the northwest and am currently settled in Utah with my husband and four sons. I love writing and especially love learning from other people's inspiring examples. I teach preschool and also work at a residential treatment center for teenage girls. I love reaching out to struggling youth. In my spare time I'm trying to teach myself how to crochet. I also enjoys reading, hiking (in perfect weather conditions), and spending time with my family.


Hilary (Utah)

I love anything coconut - especially coconut ice cream! (I felt like I should start with the most important information first!) My husband and I have been married for 21 years and have four beautiful, fun-loving daughters. My favorite thing in the whole world is to be with my family - it doesn't matter if we are working or playing - I just love being together. I am also a scrap-booker, singer, songwriter, wanna-be-cook and dessert lover. We love living in Utah.


The Rice Experiment



Ever spent time talking to rice?  Our family has.  What we learned was quite extraordinary.

 Last April a friend told me about an intriguing, slightly weird (okay, very weird), experiment…and I couldn’t WAIT to try it.

We were told to boil white rice, but instead of eating it for dinner, we put it into clean, glass canning jars - filling the jars about half full.  After tightly twisting on the lids, in black permanent marker, we labeled the jars “LOVE” and “HATE.”

We spoke to the jars just as they were labeled.  To the ”LOVE” jar we said things like,

“You are such pretty, white rice.”

“We are so glad you live here.”

“You are the nicest rice ever!”

Using our meanie-head voices, we spoke to the “HATE” jar saying,

“You are ugly.”

“We don’t like you.”

“You are going to turn brown.”

Admittedly, it felt a little strange talking to jars of rice.  It was even more strange to tell the children to go talk to rice.  “That’s right, children – use your cruelest, most unpleasant voice and yell at the rice.”  Or, “Go tell the “LOVE” rice goodnight!”  One evevning my husband was petting the dog and as soon as I started talking to the “HATE” jar, the dog immediately got up and left the room.   She didn’t like what I was saying or how I was saying it One. Bit.  On the other hand, several times while I was talking to the “LOVE” jar, the dog would come from another room to see who I was talking to!

After just 6 DAYS the “HATE” jar developed black, yucky spots on the bottom.

While the “LOVE” jar remained as white as the first day.

Amazed at what was happening, we continued our roles as rice whisperers.   And the rice continued to respond.

After 2 MONTHS the “LOVE” rice was still fluffy and white – not a single trace of the black rot.

However, the mean, unkind, callous words turned the “HATE” rice into a soupy, disgusting mini-swamp.

WORDS did that.

Not heat.

Not cold.

Not mixing, turning, stirring, shaking.

Words.

Unkind words.

Sure, it can be explained scientifically…the vibrations of our voice carried through the glass jar to the water in the rice…and the rice responded.

But it opened our eyes – from the 7-year old’s to the 42 year old’s – to just how very important our words are.  A thoughtless word can linger in the memory, replayed over and over.  Fortunately, so can a word of encouragement or praise.  Both, the negative and the positive, take their affects and leave their marks.

You could probably still remember something someone said to you years ago, because of the impact it had on you.  I remember someone asking me once if I was a runner.  You have no idea what that meant to me.  They may as well have said, “You look fit,” or “You look strong and healthy.”  Same diff to me.

Words matter.

Words build and words tear down – whether we are saying them to others…or to ourselves.

Interestingly enough, there are about 250,000 distinct words in the english language.  Use. Them. Wisely.

Think. Click. Be…kind

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