Monthly Archives: March 2009

The Cafe` is ALMOST up!

Well, my post for Sunday (which was late—due to the weather and other TECHNICAL difficulties) is up. But instead of the button working…you will have to click on the link…

And yes, it is a Max story. BUT it’s short. AND I promise I won’t do this EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.

Love you!

Stay tuned…the NEWS is about to be out about the Bloggers RETREAT!


Okay—don’t be alarmed—JUST PRAY. An accident on the internet highway took place and the sweet chicks in charge are putting the pieces back together.

Be in PRAYER for Amy and Lori. Please. Prayer changes things. Always.

Now. Some other stuff.

I have a tendency to get the cart before the horse. Sometimes.

Today—while letting Max get some exercise—and get familiar with a leash—I put his little blue collar on and let him drag the leash around.

Since he did fairly well—I picked the leash up and he began to walk beside me. After about 10 steps he stopped. Sat his cute self right down. Wouldn’t budge. No siree. Not a bit!

I coaxed with the mommy voice. “Come on Max”…come on boy.

No movement. Whatsoever.

Then after a few minutes of slapping the side of my leg, whistling, calling. he moved in my direction. Few more steps and he did it again. This time I tried tugging. He pulled AGAINST ME!

Now, what he didn’t know…was the cool water and evening meal that awaited him. And here he sits…pulling against the very one who is trying to lead him to the nurishment. The nurishment he needs to GROW big and strong!

Does this sound familar?? I saw myself. Instantly. Pulling against things the Father has tried to lead me to…because it was unfamilar ground. Or, perhaps I had something else on my mind.

I needed to align my mind and heart with His. He would lead me straight to the water.

I read this in The Message tonight and I love the way it sounds on my ears…read it aloud…hear it for yourself.

God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.

True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.

Even when the way goes through Death Valley,
I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.

Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies.

You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.

I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.


I promise that every post won’t be about Max. But God whispers a thing or two through our children, grandchildren…and yes, even our pets.
PLEASE be in prayer for Amy and Lori this week! The enemy is trying to defeat this ministry…but GOD is on our side!


I have some FRIENDS…

Who are going to be HERE—

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Going to be GREAT!!!


Max Kaulder Knight says…

The Best thing to do when it’s raining….

is sleep.

Happy Friday to y’all!



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This may scare you half to death…

Okay…I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this or not…and what I’m about to reveal may cause you to think I have a circuit shortwired or something.

I’ve been in a valley. Not the growing kind. The dead kind. The kind where not even cactus grows. It’s been hard. I’ve examined myself. I’ve searched my heart. I’ve looked high and low….and to no avail. Couldn’t find the problem.

Yesterday the problem was solved. The issue revealed. Peace restored.

Back to that in a moment.

This morning I read from my Oswald Chambers, “My Utmost For His Highest” devotional….today being March 26—the perfect words. (Happens FREQUENTLY)

Oswald writes, “If the spiritual bloom of our life with God is getting impaired in the tiniest degree, we must leave off everything and get it put right. Remember that vision depends on character–the pure in heart see God.”

That was me. Impaired.
Maybe withering. I was thinking TOO hard on some issues that were coming up. I was thinking I was doing a certain task alone. I was thinking that there was much to be done…and I was responsible. I was thinking…

Well, Jeff will tell you straight away—that’s where my problem began. I was thinking. I wasn’t depending. I didn’t call myself to “DO” the bloggers retreat. I would NEVER in my right mind take on such a daunting task. Like I don’t have tons of other things to occupy my mind and time….but the call came to my heart…and I was REMINDED that I said I’d be willing to do what He called. This was and is a huge test of my faith!

So here I sat…thinking of all the things that needed to be done. Completely forgetting that there were others that joined in the call. Sharing the joy and responsibility of decisions, etc. My mind became overwhelmed. My heart became heavy with the load! I began to feel myself inching my way to the “hole” conveniently located and dug by the enemy, his sneaky self.

As I was driving to work yesterday, I made a call to my oldest to check on the sick children. Virus-bug had invaded their spring break. I talked just a couple of minutes and then cut her off and said…”I’ve got to go. I’m on my way to work…and I have much praying to do this morning.” She understood. She knows her mom.

As soon as I hung up the phone I began. It was hard. The enemy had already began errecting a wall of gloom around my heart and I had to hammer it down with prayer. I started. The going tough. BUT the breakthrough came! About 10 minutes into the prayer God took HIS mighty hammer and slammed down the wall! Girl…don’t be scared by the rest of this….

As I was driving—praying…crying out to Abba Father—proclaiming His Son as LORD Of my life—staking my claim on the eternal HOPE—ASKING HIM to fill my vehicle with HIS SPIRIT…and flood my heart and life to overflowing with the Holy Ghost—I began to pray in that heavenly language—the burning and excitement began to build in my chest—and it began to spread to my hands…and I began to clap (yes, I was still driving), and I began to shout His glories! HIS PRAISES! PROCLAIM HIS VICTORY! THAT I can do ALL things THROUGH CHRIST JESUS WHO GIVES ME STRENGTH!!! IT is not my strength but it is HIS ALONE!

People I tell you the TRUTH—I told mother that afternoon about my victory —and the fact that I probably had already scared the other drivers because I was weeping…clapping…praying…and driving….I wanted to pull my truck off the road and SHOUT! I wanted to run around the car!!! With hands lifted!! (I can’t even type this fast enough!) The power of God is what I felt! THE POWER that HE willingly GIVES to each of us…OURS for the ASKING!

Why then—do we sit about—in the gloom…the desert places of our lives—accepting it as “just how it has to be”??? I ask you. Why? Because we are fooled into thinking THAT’s the way it has to be! FOOLED. TRICKED. BY THE ENEMY!

But the LORD Jesus wants us to have a CLOSE relationship with HIM! We don’t HAVE the HOLY SPIRIT flooding….because WE DON’T ASK!!! (Or that was my problem anyway)

People…I need the flood of the Holy Spirit! I need to see beyond the clouds that gather. I need to see the desert spring to life. I need HIM to open my eyes from the blindness that the enemy has pulled over me. I need to KNOW that when the red sea doesn’t part in my life…that HE IS ABOUT TO LET ME WALK ON THE WATER!!!

Trusting. Living. Having faith. BELIEVING GOD CAN USE THE WILLING.
Being filled to overflowing with HIS Holy Spirit!

Well…chew on this. I may have scared some of you so bad you’ll never visit my bloggity house again. Or–maybe not.

Christ is LORD of my life. There are things I NEED Him to reveal and do in my heart—so that I can become even CLOSER to HIM. First things first….water the desert. With the Word. Talk to HIM. Tell Him how it is with you. Don’t hold back.

I love you all! If I haven’t scared to too bad…I hope you will join us on our Bloggers Retreat! In October. Read about it here.


Do You Smell That??

I want you to read something….

2 Corinthians 2:14-17 (Amplified Version) “But thanks be to God, Who in Christ always leads us in triumph [as trophies of Christ’s victory] and through us spreads and makes evident the fragrance of the knowledge of God everywhere, For we are the sweet fragrance of Christ [which exhales] unto God, [discernible alike] among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing: To the latter it is an aroma [wafted] from death to death [a fatal odor, the smell of doom]; to the former it is an aroma from life to life [a vital fragrance, living and fresh]. And who is qualified (fit and sufficient) for these things? [Who is able for such a ministry? We?] For we are not, like so many, [like hucksters making a trade of] peddling God’s Word [shortchanging and adulterating the divine message]; but like [men] of sincerity and the purest motive, as [commissioned and sent] by God, we speak [His message] in Christ (the Messiah), in the [very] sight and presence of God.”

Now tell me….do you smell that? The picture smells like summer time. But I’m talking about us. What do we smell like?

Aimee called me to share this passage and I pondered. And chewed. Much like our puppy–chewing his toy.

If I read this right…we are supposed to be smelling like HIS love! HIS mercy! HIS grace!
“…we are the sweet fragrance of Christ…”

To like-minded believers, our fragrance will bear witness with their own. To unbelievers…the smell will not be as pleasant….our smell of Christ will represent the coming doom of their souls, should they choose NOT to follow HIM.

I have a keen sense of smell. I usually can spot a dirty diaper (or gassy baby—of course–that smell is the same) upon entry to my house. Sometimes when they are just getting out of their truck. When I come home from work—and get out of my truck…if Jeff “fried” something for lunch…I can smell it. Several years ago I went through this hormonal phase of food smells making me terribly nauseated. Especially fried. So we stopped frying. I still don’t fry. Jeff does, only when I’m not home. AND if he thinks he can have the house rid of the smell by the time I get home.

Why did I get off on all that? Who knows. Anyway—back to what I was saying…we smell. Either of life or of death. Not the death—as in about to leave this life. NO that’s a smell all it’s own. Let me share a story with you. A stinker.

A family came in to visit with the doctor. Check-up or shots or sick child. I don’t remember. What I do remember is the smell. As it was described to me—I almost EXPERIENCED IT! A smell so horrible—coming from every indiviual in a particular family—that everyone in the office noticed and commented on it…except the members of the family. They couldn’t smell it. Finally, the young boy of the family began to play along. Like he smelled it too. But he really didn’t. See, whatever the smell was—they had lived in it and with it for so long they no longer noticed the smell. Do you sniff where I’m going with this??

I am talking about the smell of impending doom. Death. Darkness. Zero.–as in a stinky attitude! (I’ve had that smell myself!)

I DoN’t want to smell of death. I want to have the aroma of Christ. Life everlasting! Peace! EVEN while enduring a trial! Life–love–grace–mercy—CHRIST. All the smells you can think of that brings a smile to your lips!

A new baby. Fall in the air. Early morning Springtime. Ocean breezes. A toasty fireplace. Bread coming out of the oven. Coffee in the morning. Crisp clean sheets. Fresh laundry…I could go on and on!

So…back to my first question….do you smell that? What aroma do you think of when you consider the love of Christ? AND His love toward us . . .

Go ahead…take a big whiff…..


Thank you Maurine, for inviting me to share in the beauty of your 2008 garden!

Live Every Moment. . .

Love beyond words…and make every moment count.

Every little girl dreams of being a princess. Being loved and cherished. In a perfect world, little girls love the shoulders of their daddy. In their eyes, daddy is bigger than any other man. Their protector. Their provider. In a perfect world.

I have sweet photos of our girls asleep in the lap of their daddy. Both of them. At the same time. One on each arm. Comfy. Safe. Protected.

That is what our heavenly Father offers to us….HIS children. His eternal love. Protection. Safety. Although, like us as parents, our heavenly Father will allow us to experience life as it happens. The ups and the downs. From scraped knees to broken hearts.

Life. He came so that we might have life. And live it to the fullest. As Buzz Lightyear would say…”To Infinity and Beyond!”

In HIS world…our heavenly home….everything will be perfect.


FReE tO Be ME!

There is a girl in all of us that is afraid of being unaccepted by others…well–maybe not you…but—that’s what I deal with at times.

I talked with an absolutely PRESSSHUUUSS friend at church Sunday night….she didn’t realize that Jeff had the past life issues that he shared in his blog last week. But he did. HE was. He’s not anymore.

As a Christian…we sometimes think that our lives are full of troubles and issues that other Christians haven’t faced…because we see only the outer layer. I have hid my own problems from others and I am afraid that some may think my life is perfect….just because my dear sweet husband can make an incredible CAKE!!!

But it’s not. I deal with stuff. Just like you do. We may not all have the same issues…but we all have issues honey.

Family crisis? Everyone’s had some.

Divorce. Drugs. Prison. Disease. Death.

Rebellion. Financial breakdown. Runaway child.

Lies. Depression.







These are just a few that women of all ages experience. Some of them I have experienced. Some of them you have experienced.

All of them bind.

All of them pinch worse than a new pair of shoes two sizes too small.

The things the devil tries to bind us with leave scars. Some emotional….some physical.

BUT sister…I want to tell you that in the power of Jesus…we can be free! Free from the traps set by satan.

Free from the bondage of sin!

Free from the hinderances of the world!

Free to live—YOU can be FREE to be YOU…I can be free to be ME! IN HIM! That’s what He wants to do—Jesus came to SET US FREE!

That’s what this retreat is all about! Be FREE! In the name of Jesus! To be the YOU He created YOU to be! His child! His daughter! Full of His Holy Spirit! Walking in GRACE! No longer under bondage! BUT FREE!


I must put this little note…the enemy did not want this one published. My computer shut this down 4 times! BUT praise the LORD—it’s going up!

What’s going on??

HEY! A huge happening this fall! Do you wan to be a part of something incredible??? Something truly awesome??? Something that will change your life???

Go over to Sisters of Faith—CLICK AND GRAB this button—and read all about it!

I hear a giveaway is in the works!


Wish you were here…

Y’all…this is so cute. My sweet man—sitting at his desk (near the laundry room) and he is learning to comment on blogs! (ain’t that sweet!) Only thing is…I have to get up from my desk…and go in there…every few minutes and tell him who so-and-so is…and help him spell a word every now and then. But I am so proud of my man!

His brother, Hugh from Indianna even learned how to make a COMMENT!!! Go HUGH!! And dear sweet Anita (Hugh’s girl)…the sweetest niece! God has brough about some awesome things in her precious life! Anita—Jeff loved your comment.

I am saving Jeff’s handwritten blog posts—hand written notes mean a lot to me. I know that one day—our girls will love having something their daddy has written.

He made the One who did not know sin to be sin for us, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him. (2 Corinthians 5:21 Holman CSB)

Picture is our hands in February. Our family all wore purple bracelets in memory of Wanda. I think she would have enjoyed seeing the guys wear purple bracelets for her! I miss you still sweet sister!


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