Anna M. Aquino

               WARNING:  To all who read this, this is a total random blog today. Welcome to the inside musings of my mind.                    Today is always a day of reflection and contemplation for me. It was 14 years ago that God moved my husband and me across the country to Florida.  We lived there for 13.5 years.  It’s been 5 months that we’ve been back in Ohio, and I know without a doubt both moves in those individual seasons were the in the right place at the right time for our lives.  I guess I set this day up as a memorial in my walk.  I had been a part of leaps of faith in my walk with Christ before this one, but somehow that one 14 years ago was one of the defining moments of my life.  I have no regrets to either.                    ...

This weekend was filled with a myriad of emotions and tears.  While we’ve known for a really long time we’d be leaving Central Florida, sometimes knowing it was going to happen doesn’t always make it any easier.  Don’t get me wrong; I have NO DOUBT that moving to Ohio is where God wants us.  But sometimes it’s just so hard to say good-bye.  I wrote in a book once (still unpublished), I made the comparison to people in your life with a patchwork quilt.  I wrote that people, that you cross paths with in your life, make up the patchwork quilt of you.  Some people give you their piece to put in the quilt and it might be bigger than what you wanted, or their piece might be smaller.  Some people are that warm fuzzy piece you want to snuggle with, and others are that very scratchy irritable section that always makes you annoyed.  However the quilt is yours.   You leave fabric pieces for people in your lives, and they leave their piec...

Over eight years ago when my husband and I purchased a house closer to his work and our church, right away I dubbed it the ‘Pink House’.   I had never been a huge fan of pink but the lady who had the home before us certainly was.   It had brand new carpet that was a Pepto pink, countertops all pink, vertical blinds pink, the outside had pink accents, and even the tile had pink wisps next to the white.   As a joke once we bought it we began ‘Operation Depinking’.   Over the years we’d managed to either work with the pink, or change a lot of it.   We put a lot of work into that house.   It’s odd how homes can almost become like members of the family.   The pink grew on me. For a whole list of reasons, that at the moment I’m not going to publicly go into, Dan and I had felt we needed to sell the pink house.   Simply put the time had come to move forward into a new season of our lives, and while we loved our home, in order to go to the next seas...