Anna M. Aquino

              I wasn’t the best driver for a while.   You might think I’m exaggerating.   Nope, I was elected one of four ‘Senior’s worst drivers’ in my graduating class. It’s not that I took pride in that title.   However, it was true.   Through prayer, practice, and a lot of dings in my first car (a 1979 Cutlass Oldsmobile which really could have doubled as a submarine…I loved that car!) I’ve improved.               This morning as I was taking the girls to school, I began telling them a story about their grandma when I first learned how to drive.   I love my mom bunches.   I remember I had a friend in the passenger’s seat with me, and my mom was in the back.   We were on the back roads of Ohio where middle lines in the road are optional because truthfully the roads aren’t big enough for two lanes.   I noticed while my friend and I were laughing my mom was being abnormally quiet.   I looked around trying to make sure I was driving correctly.   I think my hands were at 10

              My youngest daughter loves coconut, especially right out of the shell.   We have a sordid past of trying to buy a coconut just to find out its rotten.   Needless to say I’m working on learning to tell a good one from a not so good one.               I bought her one from the store and she wanted me to open that thing and she wanted it done now.   I was going to get to it, but like most ninja moms I found myself multi-tasking on a whole new level.   .             “Give me a minute and I will get to it!”   However she decided that wasn’t good enough for her, so she was going to try to get Dan to help her, and they were going to do this on their own.   I started getting a tad snarky because opening a coconut is never an easy accomplishment.   If they would just wait, I would help them.   My frustration level rose in the events.   Eventually I finished what I was doing and got that coconut open.   Fortunately I must be getting better about picking them out beca

            A few nights ago around the dinner table, Dan and I began reminiscing of some of the supernatural stories we had the first few years that we lived in Florida.   There was the time my oldest daughter was set to be born and we had really bad insurance so the doctor waited a couple of days before he induced me.   Our insurance changed on a Monday and I had her by C-section on a Thursday.   There was the time when my husband knew he was supposed to work for this one company and essential called them every week, and sent the boss a get well card.   When one job ended, he never missed a day of work.   He went right to the job he knew God had wanted him to get.   There was the time we bought our first house and technically neither of us had a job because the place Dan was working ran out of work on a Wednesday and we closed on the new house on a Friday, and in faith we went through with it.   All turned out well.   There was the time that God spoke to us specifically about

                I have a confession to make.   Sometimes being a tad on the dramatic side, I automatically write stories in my mind, and being a Christian that needs to renew my mind isn’t always the easiest of combinations.   I have a mindset sometimes that jumps to worst case scenarios.   Sure, I fight against it, and am reprogramming my mind regarding this, but it can be a struggle in my life. The Bible says to admit your faults to each other (James 5:17), so I hope in letting this freak flag fly someone else can get freedom from their worst case mindset.             Just this weekend the post office left a note on the door saying we needed to sign for an envelope.   We have a lot of different situations going on right now, so automatically I jumped to “Oh no, what’s in that envelope”.   I had at least three major theories in my mind, none of which were good.   Fear can be a difficult thing to battle.   Dan and I prayed and I felt much better, but then I had to start r

            In the last blog I spoke of a business/ministry situation that went very bad.   I still won’t go into specifics here, but in revealing a tactic of the enemy, I will share a bit of a conversation.   This individual when realizing what was going on, and in trying in insult me, told me “I was nothing but a housewife.”   Yes, it was his attempt at a low blow.   There are a lot of things one could call me I suppose, but when that phrase came out of this individual’s mouth I knew that the words weren’t from the individual but from the enemy/devil.                 As many of you know God called me into ministry very early in life.   When Dan and I moved across the country, I had this notion that the doors to ministry and publishing would open to me very quickly.   It’s taken me a lot longer than I planned.   When God put it on my husband and my heart for me to stay at home so I could take care of our girls and write, it was not an easy transition for me.   I think I cried

              Recently I walked through some situations in business and in ministry that were greatly disturbing.   I don’t need to go into specifics, but someone I thought I semi trusted turned out to not be what they claimed to be in their integrity and in their character.   What appeared on the surface wasn’t all golden, and facing this situation was like facing a “Goliath” in my life. When everything was brought out in the open this person deceived me and manipulated me, and I learned some important lessons on how to spot wolves that appear to be in sheep’s clothing.   While I will not be writing a book about this now because I have so many others on my list that I’m working on, I do plan on eventually writing a book about learning to spot wolves that have mingled in the kingdom or “sheep barn”. I believe God will give you discernment, but with that I’ve noticed some patterns in the situations I have faced. I want to write a few things I’ve observed.   I think that there a

While spending time with my family, I was reminded of an old story.   I had turned 16 and I was trying to pass my driver’s license test.   It would eventually take me four times to pass but that is another story.   I was excited and I wanted to do something nice for the family minivan, and wanted to thank my parents for letting me drive the minivan.     I decided I was going to wax the van.   The whole story seems innocent enough at this point.   Except I have to confess I don’t think I’d ever really waxed a vehicle much at this point in my life and had only really every seen my dad wax his motorcycle on sunny Sunday afternoons.   I could have asked what the right kind of wax was, but of course I did not.   I reached for where I knew my dad kept his motorcycle wax.   What I grabbed wasn’t normal car wax.   What I grabbed was something called “Blue Corral”.   This wax was meant to only wax things by inch squares because it’s so high powered it will dry within minutes.   It acti

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