Anna M. Aquino

A few weeks ago I thought that going grocery shopping on a Friday night was a good idea.  I’m not sure what possessed me to think this.  In the future I may avoid Friday night shopping like a plague.  After my kids were done with their piano lessons we went to three stores.  In a frazzled moment in the checkout line I realized I had forgotten to get bread crumbs and parmesan cheese that I needed for a recipe I was making.  But all is well, I thought, I’ll get them at my next stop.  OK, so I’ve been in this wacky season of still transitioning and nothing is the normal to me.  I found myself at my last stop overwhelmed by the amount of people in the store, and lost because nothing in this particular store was where I thought it should be located.  My youngest daughter and I started making a chant up about “All I want is Parmesan Cheese and Bread Crumbs.”  I stopped three different employees of this store and none of them seemed to care I w...

  So it’s Monday morning, and I have some confessions to make.   Sometimes, I’m not as bold with my faith as I’d like to be.   Sometimes I am so caught up in my own stuff that I avoid contact with people I don’t know especially in public places.   Sometimes I can fit the stereotype of a writer/hermit.   Sometimes while I think people who are bold with their faith are awesome secretly I would rather hide.   Don’t get me wrong, when I’m behind a pulpit I am a bold person.   I would pray with anyone, and declare Jesus in their lives and their 2 nd cousins named Bob…grin…   However, when I’m in Wal-Mart and God gives me a prophetic word for a complete stranger, my reaction can be a bit different.   Sometimes I’ve been known to be disobedient, and sometime I have stepped out in faith.   I have an old friend who used to joke with me that for every convert people bring in they get a set of steak knives.   It’s a joke, but it i...