Missions

The Journey of Promise

© Angie Knight 2023.  All rights reserved.  

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This was not what she had in mind for their first trip together.  But in Mary’s mind—she would rather obey the instruction of God than anything else in the world.  That was just her nature—her character.  Mary wasn’t a complainer by nature—and she wasn’t about to start today.

When Joseph hoisted her up on the patient donkey, she gave the length of the journey more thought.  Joseph had told her how far it was, the different routes they could take, and how many days it would take.  Would it take longer?  Would they encounter dangers along the way?  What if it rained?  These and other questions pelted her mind like grains of sand against the skin in a hard wind storm.  She sat up straight on the donkey, straightened her shoulders and once again had that determined gleam to her eyes that had kept her heart steady all her life. 

You can find the rest of the story on my personal blog: A Knight’s Journey

Missions

My Thoughts on Our Journey Home


Yesterday morning, I begrudgingly got out of bed, still exhausted from the previous day; however, I knew my mind wouldn’t let me stay.  Too many things racing to be lined up for the day.

So many changes this year—they came rushing in on the coattails of last year. We are no longer inching through weeks, months and years; we seem to be rushing headlong into 2024.  What does it hold?  For many people, much of the same as the last few years, for others, they are headed into the great unknown of dreams and plans long in the making.  Some are about to hold a brand-new life, whether their first or third baby, the changes that little one will make will impact the full 24 hours of every-single-day.  And many others are about to step into a new job or new school.  

Those on my mind this morning are the ones who have been handed a more drastic change of life—the last days of having a loved one close by.  All of these changes take time to process.  Some are blessed to have those extra months, but for others, this change in life happens so suddenly it takes their breath away and catapults them into an abyss of sorrow they never expected.  

Our family fell into the category of watching a loved one slip away over the last few years, as first the mind began to wander—and then the body began to fail.

You were the one on my mind yesterday morning when I grabbed my notebook and began to scrawl across the page the words below, describing what I could see our loved one’s experience in a place of the spirit that we don’t see physically.  Often the emotions or the spirit of us experience things that the camera of the physical eye cannot capture.  The paragraphs below are what I felt our loved ones, those who have followed Jesus Christ, may have experienced—not in a physical sense, but perhaps in their spirit.

To read what I felt in my heart, go to my personal prayer journal blog: A Knight’s Journey.

Devotion, faith, Holy Spirit, prayer

Close the Door

How many times growing up did you hear that phrase?  “Close the door!”  If it involved a screen door it might be, “don’t slam the door”.  

In the early hours of Saturday morning I woke up praying.  Has that ever happened to you?  I’ve had it happen a few times–and it always involved a dream where prayer, urgent prayer was needed-immediately.  It was 2:04 AM.  When I woke, I was actually praying in the Spirit and the need was critical.  I’ll explain in a minute.  

I got up and came to the living room–knowing there was someone I needed to pray for but didn’t know who.  On my knees I called out to our Father in Heaven.  I don’t always kneel–sometimes I sit–but this feeling that I had–I felt I needed to kneel–like we did as grandchildren growing up when we stayed summers with Mama and Paw-Paw.  On my knees it’s easier to block out other things.

I don’t remember how long I prayed–but when I finished I took my notebook and began writing all that I could recall of the dream.  I don’t feel impressed to share all the details this time–but I do feel you need to know the message that I felt the Holy Spirit was impressing on my heart to share with you.  

To read the rest of the blog devotion please visit my personal blog.

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© Angie Knight 2023. All rights reserved. 

Adversity, Bolivia, breast cancer, Devotion, faith, Hope, Life Issues, Missions, prayer, Trials, Trust

Facts vs Truth

Yesterday, when I sat down to write and pray, I did what I always do: write the date.  August 1, 2023.  I knew immediately what Wednesday, August 2, 2023 would represent.  Seven years since the diagnosis of breast cancer marched into my ears, as if it was going to take up permanent residence.  It was not.

There are some things that chemotherapy snatched away from my memories–but that day feels as if it is grounded in concrete with rebar.  After my physician, ….to read the rest, head over to my personal journey blog.

faith, Holy Spirit, Hope, Missions, prayer

There’s no title…but there is a word…

Sometimes I have a dream that sticks.  It’s not often–but it happens.  In the wee hours of today–it happened.  The thing is, I only remember a small portion:

“I was on highway 177 in Bonifay and a tragic accident had taken place somewhere between Miller’s Crossroads and Bethlehem School.  Tragic enough that it caused a very large gaping hole in the earth/road.  I remember being on a motored bike of some sort–and I had seen it all from above the situation (don’t ask me how).  I dreamed I was suddenly further back on the highway–closer to 79 and I was driving fast to give warning.  I knew that if people didn’t turn around–they would be stuck.  The traffic on that road in the dream looked more like I-10–heavy traffic.  Lots of cars and trucks.  I went from vehicle to vehicle telling people about what was ahead and that if they didn’t find a turning around place in the road and go back they would be stuck–for no telling how many hours.  I remember some finding a place to turn around–while others were determined to stay on the road. Nothing I said could change their mind.  Some of the people I knew…some were strangers to me.  They would soon see for themselves there was no way out once they had reached a certain point–there would be no place to turn around.”

I woke troubled in my spirit.  I dozed off again and found myself in Carmel AG–the church was full-and there were two men standing up at the front.  One was holding the mic for the other, who was beginning to give a message in tongues and part English–when he suddenly stopped and said–“I may as well tell you in English–for I already know what it is:  “Things will wax worse and worse….”  I remember he said some other things, but I honestly can’t remember it all.

I looked at my phone in the dark for the time–4:17 AM.  I got up.  I needed to meet with Jesus in the living room.  I say this like I figure everyone meets with Him like this, but I know everyone does not have this pattern of prayer.  People either have a time–or they don’t.  It’s either important–or it’s not.  He’s either all….or He’s not.

The REST of this (and there is more) is on my personal blog. Click the link to read the rest.

Bolivia, breast cancer, Costa Rica, Life Issues, Missions, Trials, Trust

Early Morning Coffee…

“Wow.” -That is a word I use a LOT. 

It lends itself to describe my feelings on a lot of things…from the good -to the bad…even to the ugly. 

(I promise I don’t write about cancer often-but when I feel led to…I do. So maybe someone has just had a diagnosis, or needs to just know their loved one can make it through–this is for you.)

The word “WOW” depicts my astonishment over many things…

It’s what I wanted to say when my doctor looked at me in a sort of nervous way- and said the words “cancer” quickly, as if to get them out there in the open air–might relieve some of the stress she was feeling.

 Her first words, “Well, I don’t have good news for you”,  hung suspended, and I wanted to hit the rewind button and back track and maybe even have a re-do of the past few days events.  But that wasn’t happening.  It was there.  The test run- the mammogram and the ultrasound with the biopsy all told the facts of what was under the skin of me…but just so far.  It couldn’t get to the heart of me… that was and is only for God to see.

 I sat on the back porch, ignored the obvious humidity and heat and drank my coffee at the beginning of that particular week and I felt a weariness and dread come over me–it knocked me backwards in my spirit.  Have you ever felt spiritually knocked down?  As if you were in a physically-real-fight?

The REST of the story is on my prayer journal blog…. HERE.

Father's Day, Holidays

Happy Father’s Day!

I’ve been up a long time this morning–counting my many blessings. They are innumerable! I have written my Father’s Day message on my prayer journal blog: Go here to read it.

“Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!  I’m not a dad.  Never have been one and never desired to be.

There’s a LOT of weight carried around on the broad shoulders of all the dads.  Responsibility is not something you wake up to and just have, it’s something that you learn and live on a daily basis.  It starts when you are young…You learn to be responsible by being given chores as a kid–little jobs to help out around the house.  It is your job to teach your children to be responsible adults.  (Yes, the moms have a big role in this, but dads–it begins with you.)….

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Devotion, Ministry, prayer, Reflection

Are you leading your family?

“…Raise your hand if you thought you could only serve God in ministry as a pastor, youth pastor or missionary.  I think when God places a call on our lives to serve Him, that’s immediately where we first go to in our minds.  We become a stammering, stuttering Moses, trying to talk God out of it….”

To read the rest of the devotion, please come by my personal prayer journal blog: www.avknightsjourney.blogspot.com

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More about Prayer

I finished (FINALLY) the last portion from what I had in my notes/thoughts from my devotion I shared with our ladies at church a couple weeks ago. I really didn’t think I would get to this final point–because I knew my specified time, BUT I wanted to save it regardless for future writing purposes. So here it is! Hot off the press!

If I could leave you wanting ONE thing in your life it would be to have you so hungry for God that you rearranged things in your life and house so that you carved out that special time for just you and God. It is the most precious and vital part of my day. If I don’t have this every day-it’s like I am missing an important piece of my clothing…

Getting up early with Jesus, OR staying up late [as I felt led to do for two weeks in a row] is the best part of any day for me. I reached a point in my life many years ago–it was no longer “if I have time”…it was more, “what can I skip so that I can MAKE the time”.

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