Anna M. Aquino

            As I was in prayer earlier I suddenly felt as if I was on a roller coaster.  It reminded me a lot of the Hulk Ride at Universal Studios in Florida.  The ride begins in a surprise.   Like most rides with a hill you may expect it to slowly begin its accent but with this particular ride it bolts you forward.  What I felt was a sudden bursting forth.  It was if for a moment I could feel the surprise of the wind on my face.  It was a quick speeding forward and upward.              “But God, I said, I don’t see any signs in the physical of this.”  I started to ask God.             “I know, but get ready.  Expect!”  I felt Him impress upon me.                    ...

****WARNING:  THIS BLOG IS A JOKE....So it's okay to laugh at this Ninja Mom Rant*******         I have come to the conclusion that socks are evil. Sure, they keep your feet warm and make for the perfect all-purpose floor mop.  However they are diabolical.  Somehow one always gets lost. In couches, corners, wooded areas, and drawers all across the globe there is a mismatched treasure trove of the extra socks no one wants to throw away for fear they will one day find its mate and together the two socks can once again live happily ever after. I find going through those extra socks can sometimes be like searching a coal mine for a diamond. Perhaps next time I try I should bring in a magnifying glass to help me in my quest.         Socks have become a measure in which other parents set forth a ruler to judge the other.  We’ve all been there, it’s some fancy event, Birthday Party, or neighborhood game of dodgeball meets...

        When I was in college a friend of mine had this artistic thing with the song “Fly Me To  The  Moon” sung by Julie London.   He had purchased the CD and he felt it boosted his creativity to play it over and over again.   I don’t mean like a few times.   I mean like for hours.   I mean to the point where he’d have it on repeat for entire afternoons and evenings.   He never wavered about the complaints.   Honestly the first hour or so, I agreed with the banter that it was annoying.   However at some point I started to agree with him.   I became a common joke.   I can still sing from memory the entire song, and have been known to at random.   It’s been   over 15 years now since that happened and no matter where I am in life if I hear that song, it automatically takes me back to that dorm room at OSU,   and makes me think on and pray for my dear friend.   The version can be found here ...

Hiya, Some of you may or may not remember this, but as a huge fan of Charles Capps' ministry where he has a mini book and then gives a short quick prayer/declaration about topics (Finances and health) in his book called God's Creative Power.  I did my own regarding favor some time ago.  This is not about begging with God or pleading with Him.  But it's about you knowing your rights as a believer.  It's about you declaring the Word of God in your situation! I keep a copy of this in my Bible.   Recently I was reading a devotional by Joyce Meyer and she was talking about speaking to your mountains.  Declaring to those things that seem to be in your way the word of God and knowing that they have to move out of your way. I felt today that I needed to get this out and brush it off.  I'll post it below.  I've believing God for favor and supernatural doors to open personally.  I'm sure you are too.  Remember that once you are ...

                The other day I found myself having a moment.  I was wallowing in my own self-pity.  I was mentally listing all of the reasons why I found myself not exactly depressed, but a tad bit on the other side of bummed.  Perhaps my reasons seemed to be legitimate to myself, but I was struggling not to start whining and complaining at God.  Perhaps we’ve all found ourselves in that place before.  In the midst of my moment I heard God deep on the inside of me.  “Anna, do you believe I can change all of those things?”  I felt His voice echo.                   “Yes.”  My response was simple.  I know God is bigger than my circumstance.  Suddenly I was reminded of a vision I’d had many years ago.  I had been walking from one side of a town to the other and the more I focused how hard it was, or complained, ...