tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57058133083339053422012-01-04T11:20:06.182-08:00Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-75325890188544698202011-08-29T20:40:00.001-07:002011-08-29T20:40:14.853-07:00... in the katydid perched on my door. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-7532589018854469820?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-22231783215221009922011-02-15T18:05:00.001-08:002011-02-15T18:05:55.393-08:00...sitting on the bird feeder on my back deck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-2223178321522100992?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-49291849915167612382011-01-29T22:00:00.001-08:002011-01-29T22:00:16.465-08:00...in two playful kitties pouncing each other for control of the plastic bag.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-4929184991516761238?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-1987733932304760422011-01-16T22:03:00.001-08:002011-01-16T22:03:56.612-08:00...on my back deck following the birds as they ate from the bird feeders.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-198773393230476042?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-10765645647763487732010-10-03T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-03T20:14:20.651-07:00...in the innocent, silly laughter of my 9 month old baby boy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-1076564564776348773?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11691278635181403957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-60196080019328888692010-06-24T14:24:00.001-07:002010-06-24T14:24:45.035-07:00...in the smile on the face of a grieving mother.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-6019608001932888869?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11691278635181403957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-18843476252150768712010-06-17T06:24:00.000-07:002010-06-17T06:25:12.420-07:00...In a very kind stranger who took the time to write to me and send me pictures of my son while he travels the USA to find himself. She fed and shelter him for a short time. Thank you Cindi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-1884347625215076871?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-158385138123878222010-06-08T19:28:00.000-07:002010-06-08T19:30:29.955-07:00...in the joy expressed as laughter from my little baby boy as he delighted in his first sighting of bubbles being blown and floating away in the cool summer breeze.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-15838513812387822?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11691278635181403957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-40624892305218950142010-05-26T19:50:00.000-07:002010-05-28T21:48:50.743-07:00...in the impromptu sermon given by a gracious, unexpecting servant of Christ. What a blessing to see God at work in those around us. So thankful!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-4062489230521895014?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11691278635181403957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-49377903736105070132010-05-06T17:52:00.001-07:002010-05-28T21:48:13.320-07:00...in a very happy turtle eating her snack of worms freshly dug from the garden soil by two incredibly excited little girls.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-4937790373610507013?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-48532379366715534582010-04-05T15:05:00.003-07:002010-04-05T15:05:39.083-07:00...in the random spots of Daffodils planted along the Interstates.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-4853237936671553458?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-61973665250026725262010-04-05T15:05:00.001-07:002010-04-05T15:05:00.686-07:00... in the endless rows of golden Forsythia growing wild on the rolling hills of Virginia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-6197366525002672526?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-57777467915602280422010-04-01T17:46:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:46:36.323-07:00... as I rushed down the highway at more than 65 miles per hour and glimpsed a lone doe standing in the grass. She watched the traffic zoom pass and nibbled on the dewy grass, she made me remember to slow down.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-5777746791560228042?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-56219861306294261982010-03-23T09:00:00.001-07:002010-03-23T09:00:53.228-07:00...in the ever growing list of my past victories.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-5621986130629426198?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-57838696531888026272010-03-17T18:31:00.001-07:002010-03-23T09:01:08.726-07:00... in the gracefulness and peace of the horses relaxing in the field during the morning hours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-5783869653188802627?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-34419804311647574302010-02-17T18:40:00.000-08:002010-02-17T18:42:24.682-08:00In a very kind stranger. After Church this morning I stopped into Starbucks to get a tea and there was this every nice gentleman who was behind me and he leaned in and whispered ~ you have a little something on your forehead. It was my Ashes from Ash Wednesday services. <br /><br /><br /><br />Contributed by: The Mind of a Mom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-3441980431164757430?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-52409261665897619782010-02-15T08:31:00.001-08:002010-02-15T08:31:24.276-08:00...in the glorious beauty of the day after the snow had all melted away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-5240926166589761978?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-67314351979952675192010-01-28T07:03:00.001-08:002010-01-28T07:03:22.808-08:00... in the little squirrel burying his snacks in my yard.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-6731435197995267519?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-88574718166269914622010-01-06T08:57:00.000-08:002010-01-06T08:57:32.049-08:00...in a new friend clear across the globe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8857471816626991462?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-8671224058115112612009-12-24T10:59:00.000-08:002009-12-24T10:59:16.734-08:00... in the thankfulness that my children showed when they opened their gifts.<br /><br />NOTE: They have two Christmases each year. One with mom and one with dad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-867122405811511261?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-86734504563302757402009-12-21T08:25:00.001-08:002009-12-21T08:25:45.567-08:00...in the beauty of the trees that have shed their leaves in favor of their winter bareness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8673450456330275740?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-27482460233040559572009-12-15T08:12:00.000-08:002009-12-15T08:12:20.535-08:00...in a rainbow that spread across the sky without the precursor of rain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-2748246023304055957?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-87009626143451464902009-12-06T10:08:00.001-08:002009-12-06T10:08:30.834-08:00... in the crisp breeze that freshened my skin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8700962614345146490?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-19163719958687548932009-11-24T17:37:00.001-08:002009-11-24T17:40:10.280-08:00in a blog by <a href="http://lottakids1961.blogspot.com/">Perri</a>. Perri is a mom who adopted and fostered children with special needs. While you read her blog you will see her faith never waivers and her heart of gold comes straight from the Lord. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------<br />Contributed by; <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com">The Mind of a Mom</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-1916371995868754893?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-87946010060469299462009-11-23T07:13:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:13:36.856-08:00...in the amazing way He works to bring the right people together at the right time when one of those people needs to hear a message and the other has the message to tell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8794601006046929946?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-20311694944979847482009-11-21T12:24:00.001-08:002009-11-21T12:24:56.579-08:00... when He touched my skin with the warmth of the sun and the caress of the breeze when I stepped outside for just a minute.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-2031169494497984748?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-5909570655199802742009-11-16T16:28:00.000-08:002009-11-16T16:33:24.171-08:00...in four boys aged 9 off on a professional activity day who came to the field to play soccer with each-other but found it more fun playing soccer with with Lily-dog all the while laughing and smiling. <br /><br /><br /><br />------------<br />Contributed by: <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com">The Mind of a Mom</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-590957065519980274?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-86128536066358677992009-11-03T08:02:00.000-08:002009-11-03T08:03:31.386-08:00... in a gray and black kitten napping and snuggled on top of a car's tire that sat directly in the sun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8612853606635867799?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petula Wrightnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-77798904646984385112009-10-31T08:04:00.001-07:002009-10-31T08:04:13.262-07:00<a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/" title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics"><img alt="Glitter Graphics" border="0" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/halloween/halloween049.gif" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/halloween.html">Halloween Glitter Graphics</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-7779890464698438511?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-10252852409266506452009-10-28T15:31:00.001-07:002009-10-28T15:31:32.788-07:00...in soft pink clouds laying atop trees aglow with red and golden leaves.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-1025285240926650645?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-80281935640493933982009-10-28T09:51:00.000-07:002009-11-06T06:13:11.386-08:00...in the love between a teen and his girlfriend when some other guys were commenting on her excessive weight and he turned around and let them have it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />_______________________________<br /><br /><br />Contributed by; <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">The Mind of a Mom</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-8028193564049393398?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-60551705072043913912009-10-26T10:34:00.001-07:002009-10-26T10:34:26.431-07:00...around a bonfire surrounded by teens building relationships and singing praises.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-6055170507204391391?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-42522743573380330542009-10-26T09:48:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:36:19.044-07:00...in a three year old little boy at the mall who was standing at the door saying "hi" to strangers as they entered and seeing how it made them smile.<br /><br /><br /><br />______________________________<br /><br /><br />Contributed by: <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">The Mind of a Mom</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-4252274357338033054?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-74413156043965443172009-10-25T21:52:00.001-07:002009-10-26T10:35:25.083-07:00in the love and trust of a good friend that extended her space to me so I can share with others also. <br /><br /><br /><br />__________________________<br /><br /><br />Contributed by; <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">The Mind of a Mom</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-7441315604396544317?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Mind of a Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-25577650803752315522009-10-24T17:14:00.001-07:002009-10-24T17:14:33.877-07:00...in the breeze brushing through autumn leaves of red and gold.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-2557765080375231552?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-71914535121761862832009-10-23T08:13:00.000-07:002009-10-23T18:24:17.644-07:00...in the face of a mischievous little girl who thought she was getting away with something when we sat up and shared a bowl of cereal in the middle of the night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-7191453512176186283?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-36641235730096265472009-10-15T19:48:00.000-07:002009-10-15T19:49:09.820-07:00...in the home of a new friend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-3664123573009626547?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705813308333905342.post-36825608032835311332009-10-13T18:57:00.001-07:002009-10-13T18:57:55.444-07:00Coming Soon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5705813308333905342-3682560803283531133?l=whereisaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0