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About Angie Knight

On a journey with purpose, with my best friend and love of my life!

Finally, On the Road

We have SO much to praise God for-prayers answered!  (THIS was a good day.)

You would never believe, in all your wildest imaginations, what it takes to purchase a vehicle in a foreign country.  Never mind that a used vehicle of certain brands are almost as much a new one in the states… It’s crazy.   It has taken 4 months to find one… The RIGHT ONE… And almost two weeks to complete the deal. I don’t know the total number of people involved or how many offices were visited (Jeff is doing that part with the help of our pastor here).

When they were wading through the paperwork, they kept trying to tell Jeff he didn’t have the proper documentation to prove he could be here. What?   (Our supervisor assured us we did--but being in a different location and dealing with different people than the ones Jeff was with–and they wouldn’t budge.)  It’s been one more tornado of an event getting this accomplished.  When we buy our next car or truck in the states – I’m bringing the salesman donuts… cookies… Or cake. Or all of it!  (*truck stats at the bottom)

Saturday, we took the opportunity (since we now had insurance – again, that was a huge ordeal), to drive and see some of the city by ourselves. It’s been since January that we have arrived and we have either depended on a friend to take us, walked, or paid an Uber or taxi. I never imagined it would take from January 26 to almost May 1st to get where we needed to be–with a little more independence.

If you’re privileged to have your own mode of transportation and can navigate with a certain amount of confidence anywhere you need to go, you are BLESSED…. So thank God for this wonderful opportunity.

While we were out, we saw some familiar sights, and some not as familiar (New fellow sleeping in the door frame of the Catholic Church.). And the traffic?  It’s still just as crazy as ever–the difference is, we are part of the crazy in a real way!

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Several times, while we were driving in the country (to a certain village), our road on the map we were following, just disappeared. Then at other times, it was hard to tell which way to go, and yet at other times, it would say “turn right or turn left” ….and low and behold, there would be a fence. Or there would be a field. How in the world do you navigate that??

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There was one way we could get to where we were going, once we got close enough–

by looking UP.

There’s a very tall radio tower that can be seen from almost anywhere in the village, so once we got close enough to see that, although it was yet a few miles away, we could keep our eyes locked on the tower and keep forging forward.

Sound familiar?  

This journey has done some amazing and some very painful things.  It has brought out the best and the worst.  The worst needs driving far from us, and the best needs to just hold on–He’s doing something unexpected.

More than you would believe, I have leaned on this word:

“Wait on the Lord:  be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart:  wait, I say on the Lord.”  Psalm 27:14

“My soul, wait though only upon God; for my expectation is from Him.”  Psalm 62:5

No one can do this for us; only us.  It was His voice who called,  our ears that heard, His hand that leveled mountains to get us here, and it is only by His grace and mercy we are kept.  I have found this to be the hardest thing ever, but I have found Him to be unimaginably faithful to His promises.

Friends, I have no idea what you are truly going through today.  Facebook and Instagram and all those great photo filters make it easy to keep the truth off the front page–but HE sees your front page every day–and He knows the last page.  Take stock today.  Dig into the Word and into your heart and let Him reveal what is needed in your life.

I will tell you straight up, there will be some hard days…but the times you will draw even closer to God than you ever imagined are sown in tight to those hard days.  For growth.

But they that WAIT upon the Lord shall RENEW their strength; they shall MOUNT UP with wings as eagles; they shall RUN, and not be weary; and they shall WALK, and not faint.  Isaiah 40:31 (emphasis mine).

Did you notice the order of things?  The mounting up is the exciting beginning. Then, the momentum is still there – so we are now on the run…running with the joy and excitement of this unbelievable journey…but let’s be honest here, it gets tiring after a bit.

Then there comes that time in this journey when we are too pooped to party and walking is about all we can do, and sometimes it feels like a “limping walk”.

We have a friend in Costa Rica who can “power walk” like nobody’s business.  He was amazing and I loved to watch him, because I couldn’t even trot and keep up with him.  The power walk–is not this walk.  This walk is like the “air is heavy and hard to breathe walk, the falling down and skinning our knees walk, and it is affecting our gait…but HE still remains steadfast and faithful.  NEVER leaving our side.

“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every hindrance and the sin that so easily ensnares us.  Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfecter of our faith.  For the joy that lay before Him, He endured the cross, despising the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”  Hebrews 12:1-2 HCSB

If I can encourage you today, stay in the race.  Wipe the sweat from your eyes (mixed with tears of frustration and pain) and let’s finish this!  You with us?  I hope so.  I don’t want to see anyone left behind.

*truck stats:  a 4 door 4×4, 2011 Ford Ranger, 98,000 miles and priced at $15,000 (thank you to all who gave offerings and who continue to support us!!). We had a budget of $10k but our director graciously requested on our behalf an increase so that we could get this more dependable vehicle.  We are so grateful!

Blessed to serve with you!

Jeff and Angie


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From Ordinary to Extraordinary

Yesterday I woke at my ordinary time, did my normal, everyday, ordinary first morning things, got my coffee, put on a load of laundry because, well, take advantage of the sunshine. It was predicted to be a hot day and it would help dry the clothes while I did the other ordinary things. But this day, was to be anything But ordinary.

Our expected guest arrived about 9:30ish and I had already had my devotions that morning and prepared. We were to have communion.

It’s customary here in the church we attend to have communion on the first Sunday of every month. Jeff had been sick Sunday- with allergies and headaches almost since coming here like he hasn’t had in a long – long time. But Sunday was worse. So we decided to stay in, he would sleep, since he didn’t sleep hardly at all the night before and I would have my own service by myself with an online message and worship.

When he said he didn’t sleep any- I wanted to say, “welcome to my world” but thought better of it when I saw his face. He really was a sick fella.

When our pastor arrived we talked a little before we prayed and he shared and we all three partook of communion together.

It was such a sweet and holy moment. It reminded me when our girls were young and we had a time where we were teaching them about communion and we shared communion once a month for a while. It was important for them to know and understand about the cross, the resurrection and the sacrifice that Christ gave so that we might have eternal life.

As we closed the special time together, our pastor asked if he could take us anywhere. He had a couple of hours to spare and we are still looking for a dependable and affordable vehicle. We needed to get the big containers of water and while we were out, we asked it it were possible to go visit a special young girl. This young girl is special to our team members from the 2013 construction team we brought to build a church near her house.

“Of course we can go!” he said without a single hesitation.

We set off for the area she lived, about 30 minutes or so from our apartment. Still in the same city, just rough roads and traffic makes it a bit tedious to get there. Just ask any of the team members from 2013. But it was worth every second we traveled from the hotel to the church everyday to see what God did for that village in just 4 days time.

When we got to Ruth’s house, she opened the gate timidly at first, but when she saw our faces, hers lit up like the sunshine. I really wish I could have taken her picture in that moment. But not to embarrass her, I did not.

We were the visitors that broke up her ordinary day. And when she hugged me tight, I wanted to cry. Her sister as well. She did tear up, just as she did 2 years ago when we visited and brought her a new walker. What was so incredible, her sister remembered the very day we visited them.

As we sat on their porch and talked (our pastor did most of the talking- I didn’t really want to blunder my way through a conversation) , I took in the surroundings, my heart broke at the condition of things. It wasn’t the poverty as much as it was the lack of care. I’ve seen very poor people try hard to keep things neat, because they had hope in their heart and life. This was clearly a sad family who had not seen hope in a long, long time.

Even without a camera in hand, I will never forget what my eyes captured that day.

We talked about school, church, and our pastor talked to them about forgiveness. I could tell by watching their faces that the words were falling on thirsty ground. They hungered. They lived within reach of the church yet something kept them back. The young girl and her little cousin attended, but the big need is for the mother and daughter. They need to hunger for God, to find the hope that is only found in Jesus Christ. The two young ones need the example of the mother and older sister. Not to be sent to church, but to go as a family.

He’s not going to come in and pour money into their lives, but He will cleanse (them) us from our sins and give (them) us a hope that will forever change (their) our lives.

That hope will change the ordinary life into an extraordinary one. He can open our eyes to things we never saw before and I believe He alone can help us see beyond our circumstances into what life in Christ will bring.

We know this family has had a rough time- we’ve ministered as best we could, our team bought the first new walker little Ruth had when she was about 10 years old, and have continued to buy her one every other year. They don’t last long in that terrain. But they need more than that. They need Jesus. Please help us Pray.

Next week, we will be going back to take her a new walker, and some school supplies and teaching tools for home schooling. It’s a long story and I won’t go into it here.

Before we left, we gathered around them and prayed for the family, there were tears coursing down Ruth’s mothers face when I hugged her tight and told her we loved them and would be praying. Please help us Pray.

A note to our team, this family was impacted in 2013 when we helped build the church, they are still impacted today by your memory and the love you shown them.

I’m thankful that every mission team we’ve ever led, was never a blow in and blow out kind of trip. It’s always been about building a relationship with the people. It’s still about that.

That’s why we are here. And with the help of the LORD and your faithful prayers, we will see many more ordinary days turn extraordinary.

Thank you for this opportunity. Thank you for praying, giving, and when possible for yourself, for going. You are making a difference.

We are grateful…. Extraordinarily so.


Proving His Faithfulness

We are here. The Lord has been full of mercy- and has been gracious to my weary heart when I felt I would faint from all the newness surrounding me.

Overwhelmed. That has pretty much summed up my feelings the last several days. I’m surprised He hasn’t obliged my behind with a swift kick. But again… He’s full of mercy and it’s new every morning.

We went apartment looking yesterday and today – yesterday one out of three was a keeper – except for that little thing called a budget.

To find something in a safe area And affordable I was beginning up thinking was nigh impossible. But God looked down and set us up.

“When things look impossible will you still trust Me? “

I trusted Him without a second thought during my cancer diagnosis, chemotherapy and radiation…. What was the problem trusting and believing Him to find us an apartment? I was bone weary and emotionally spent. Every single ounce of my flesh screamed “stop and take a breath!”

We had several – what I will call “prayer crisis”. When we got to the Miami Airport to leave, we discovered that my tourist visa had expired. And to get one at the airport requires certain documents. Well, you would have thought we knew that it expired – but since Jeff’s was a 10 year tourist visa we never thought to check mine… We assumed. Yeah yeah. I know.

So there was a huge emotional deal going down in my head when we got to the airport checking in our bags. I asked a few prayer warriors to pray. Well…. They let me on the plane.

Of course you must know it was not a peaceful flight like I had “planned”. Instead my heart was filled with anxious thoughts. When we finally got here and deboarded the plane it was another ordeal and phone calls and anguish and tears – finally I was spent…. I was ready to go home and say “forgetaboutit“. I sat there in tears (while Jeff was – I’m not sure where, trying to get me in) and told the Lord “I’m done”. I said it twice for good measure. I was, as they say–being real with God.

That very instant when I admitted to having NO abilities on my own, and our merits could get us nothing, the guy walked over who had told me my papers were no good and not enough–and he asked for them again and he made it happen. More than an hour after we landed, we walked out into the freedom of a tourist.

There’s a LOT of spiritual lessons here once I unpack it all, but know this, God proves Himself daily. Every single minute of every day.

We are grateful to a lot of people-both here and at home. Our prayer partners are relentless. And so is our God.

My friend, Paola wanted to get Jeff to try something – her words were “have you proved this”?? He had not tried it… That’s us. Try HIM. Prove Him. He is trustworthy. It may not look like we thought…. I may not understand the whole process but His ways are eventually visible.

One last note – we don’t have wifi yet, but we have phones. If you see our family – love them for us. Hug them. This is the Hardest thing for me because I love my family more than anything.

I’m reading a book called “A Tale of 3 Kings”, by Gene Edwards. I want to leave you with a quote:

“… God did not have -but wanted very much to have – men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.”

I think that can often sum up the life of followers of God. To die to the desires of our own hearts and take up His. We are no different than you. Just a different assignment today.

(special thanks to Stevie Elam for this amazing gift!)


Hope Holds Your Hand

There was a time when I saw the visible signs of Hope change the atmosphere in a room.  We had felt the fingers of fear and death- grip the door frame and try to come in, but HOPE walked in and slammed the fingers in the door.

The atmosphere was gripped with fear because the doctor who brought the fear into the room offered no hope when my sister, Wanda was on the brink of leaving this life and her baby girl was not even a year old….(And I didn’t care much for that doctor at all)  This was many years ago.

With the hope we received that day from the prayers we prayed, the words of encouragement that came from the mouth of her pediatrician (the doctor with hope), they made a game plan.  God brought renewed strength, and death was ushered unceremoniously out of the room.    Even though the LORD called her home a few years later, I believe with all my heart that trusting in and seeking God’s timing is where I get my hope.

We have since come to look for HOPE in every circumstance and we try to keep fear locked out.  In all situations of our lives.  We have been “stationed” in a waiting zone–waiting for the Bolivian Consulate to process our documents so that we can be on our way. But today, that all changed.

There was a frenzy of activity in the kazillion days prior to this one.  I’ve been getting “over” a cold and just being exhausted for a few days and the LORD had me resting.  I told Jeff this morning it had been days since I had written in my prayer journal and this was something I didn’t like.  At.  All.

There are many things–unknown things going on in the country we are headed right now–but this ONE thing we KNOW:  We have HOPE in Christ.   It’s what started this journey all those years ago. I have wondered many times why God couldn’t have called us when we were younger and had more energy and stamina.  Why wait until we are both gray haired and at the age most people our age are getting their retirement affairs in order.  Ours are far from “in order”.

When I think of retirement, my mind actually has nowhere to go.  Serving the LORD in whatever capacity He provides is where our hearts lie.  It’s the niche where we are challenged, changed and actually comfortable–in the quandaries of it all.  No, I don’t like unknowns.  I like to know what is going to happen next–but in our case–and in YOUR case, unknowns are the threads that hold the tapestry together.

I think, if we had the answers, and had the energy and strength, we would begin to think “we could do it in our own power”.  We can do nothing in our own power.

Today is a BIG day.  We are ON OUR WAY…We’ve waited for it, wondered about it, and to be quite honest, there was a time or two the enemy just out and out told me it wouldn’t happen.

Of course he lies.

What things are you seeing in your near or even distant future that you have all but given up on coming to pass?  Care to get them out?

If God spoke to you an assignment, get it back out, dust it off and get ready to follow Him.  Don’t doubt (yes, it happens, but you don’t have to stay in doubt).   Renew your promise and passion. Ask the LORD to reignite your heart and eyes to see and believe.

Ask Him to restore HOPE.

“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you believe in Him so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13 hcsb

As you take the next steps forward, whatever they might be, remember:

#aknightsjourney

© 2018 Angie Knight-  All rights reserved. Also submitted for StreetTalk America February 2018 issue. All rights reserved.

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You Have to Believe it to See it

You’ve heard people say,– I’ll believe it when I see it? Try believing before you see. Try seeing it in your spirit. And then watch Him unfold the journey.

When in Costa Rica, I almost forgot that a blue this color existed. But the skies are that blue at home. #nofilter. And at night, the stars shine bright. It’s especially beautiful on a cold night. Head thrown back, thanking my Father for such wonderful gifts like this!

Every night while home, when I took my Gracie Mae out, I would look up at the night sky and draw in a deep breath of cold air and proclaim aloud my gratitude for the heavenly display of night-lights. I love it. If you have never had a length of time when you couldn’t see the stars– or a cloudless blue sky this spectacular– like only Northwest Florida (at my moms house) can produce, then maybe you don’t quite understand my immense joy. Even though I couldn’t SEE the stars in Costa Rica, I knew. I believed. They were still hanging around up there. Waiting to be seen!

I love coming home. Although we didn’t stay at mother’s this visit– (the things we both had to do were concentrated in Marianna), I still enjoyed my few short visits back home. It’s was really odd- the LORD really helped me deal with the emotions of each place I called home. The people– that’s another thing. It hurt to leave them again.

Our daughters and their boys are the delight and light of our hearts– but we have an urgent compelling to follow what God has laid on our hearts. It’s a compelling that we just can’t turn off.

The other night I heard something- it was actually in the wee hours of the morning– I lay there very still and the Holy Spirit whispered again. I got up to go to the bathroom with intentions of writing it down (typing it on my notepad) when I got back to bed. But just that fast– that word was gone. Stolen from my mind with all the busy things that kept rolling through night after night while we’ve been home.

As I lay in the bed, very still and quite, I asked the LORD, “please give it to me one more time.”

He did.

“You cannot unhear a call from God.”

Just like you can’t unsee something you wished you hadn’t seen- or unsay something you said and instantly regretted, you cannot unhear once the voice of God has called your name.

Oh how I love Him. I am so thankful that when He looked for someone to “go”, we both said “yes”. How in the world did it all happen?? Only by God’s grace and HIS divine guidance. All the pieces of this journey will hopefully one day find its way to a book– that’s what my friend Betty and I had hoped to get to work on– but it didn’t happen– too many things going on. We’ve planned it and talked it for several years now though. And God has kept piling on the Words and the journey is sweeter with every passing day.

A lot of things look different than what I first supposed. But I have followed Him long enough and lived for Him long enough to know that He is very purposed about every detail of our lives and this journey.

After being in language school with over 30 other students– from other districts, we do know that our district is the best. (Grinning– because our district is family) The West Florida District Presbytery Board gathered around us this afternoon before we left and prayed for us– and we have such admiration for what they each do. They are amazing. And one of them is our oldest daughters Pastor. And I had the opportunity to thank him for all the prayers he has prayed over our girl and her boys. God has been faithful!!

If you’re dreaming a BIG GOD SIZED dream– keep believing. If it won’t turn off in your heart and mind no matter what- keep praying. If every sermon you hear, every song and every Word keeps you coming back to circle your dream again– trust that In HIS timing, it will all line up.

No, it may not look like you imagined. You may be older, gray haired, a little weaker in body, but stronger in spirit, … believe to SEE the impossible. Believe to LIVE the improbable. And believe to be used by the Master Himself when the time is right. That’s what we are here for. Bring HIM glory, through telling His story which is our story and HIS story in us. That may have sounded like a jumble of confusion there– but it’s late. Jeff’s driving and I’m blogging on my phone.

When you look up at the blue sky– think of us. Pray for me that I will keep my eyes open to what HE wants to show me next. And when you look up at the night sky and see stars, count yourself blessed. There were many nights I teared up wanting to see them. I’ve never been on a mission trip to Bolivia and saw the stars. I only saw about 5 stars (and only saw the moon about 5 times!) while in Costa Rica. It saddened my heart a great deal because I love looking at the sky.

Well. It’s late. For us anyway. We may stop and sleep soon and get an early start in the morning. We love y’all. Every single one. Keep praying. Keep believing. Keep giving Him Praise and Glory!

Believing…. and seeing. They go hand in hand.

Believing BIG-

Angie

#aknightsjourney


Reading the Signs-Being a Sign

You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger…. (Luke 2:12)

If you know me well at all, you know I read road signs. I read bumper stickers. I read car tags. I read billboards. I read almost everything…

Sometimes, in reading signs, I have felt a nudge—sometimes, a billboard sign puts a period onto my morning devotion.

Like the morning a few years ago when I first noticed the United States Marines sign on I-10.

“Devoted to a Life of Honor”…..

then on down the road,

“Devoted to a Life of Courage”…. and

“Devoted to a Life of Service”.

Those were signs not only for me—but for all.

Not that we are called to a life in the U.S. Marine Corp, although that is an incredible privilege for those who are called and chosen for that life’s walk…but those signs were signs for us. For Christians everywhere to remember exactly what we are called to do and be.

Devoted.

Honorable.

Courageous.

Servants.

On this Christmas Day, let us remember that HE, as King of Kings, made a decision to be devoted to us….insomuch that HE chose…HE DELIBERATELY CHOSE, to become ONE OF US.

A servant to all.

All who would RECEIVE HIM.

When you receive HIM, fully and without any reservations or hesitations…will find yourself changing daily—your walk will become one of honor, courage, servitude, and full devotion.

Your outward manner will reflect what is inside your heart.

My prayer for you today is that you will find yourself searching for HIM in all the dailyness of living.

I am so thankful for having been a part of your life in 2017. I hope to continue to share and show Christ via life lived daily and through whatever means God puts available to us. It may be typed out words on this keyboard in 2018, or words shared in StreetTalk Magazine, or messages shared behind a pulpit or–more importantly, across a table from someone, maybe you.

Make it a determination in your heart to help encourage someone every day in this coming year. Make it a plan to live out the life of Christ wherever you are– first at home, then your neighborhoods and workplaces and surrounding communities.

When you and I live the life of Christ– WE are BEING a SIGN unto them! We are showing people that God loves them and has them in HIS eyesight! They are not forgotten!

Then go reach the world! That’s when we can make the most impact! Make a difference in 2018! Be a sign–unto them.

Second publishing (edited) © Angie Knight 2017. (First published © Angie Knight 2012. The Knightly News). All rights reserved.


Merry Christmas to YOU!

Jeff and I want to wish every single one of you a very blessed Christmas and a new year full of the presence of God. To me, the Presence of God is the best present.

We wish that we could personally see each of you and hug your necks– but time won’t permit — however, we do pray for you, all of our partners who share in this ministry with us through either – being a prayer partner or financial supporter. We are grateful! This next journey will require just as much of both! It’s the long awaited for part of this journey.

I have discovered that I can use the WordPress APP and when I can’t get to my computer– and still share with you without having to use Facebook as much!! So, be sure and sign up on the sidebar here if you aren’t already a follower– (I have a strong like/dislike relationship with FB–which leans more on the dislike)

Tomorrow we graduate!!! We are very excited about what God has next and are very GLAD to have you join us!!

Saturday we head home- so thrilled to see our babies!!!!! We love you guys!! Keep praying!! It’s your prayers and faithfulness that have brought us this far!! TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY– forever and ever! Amen!

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(C) Angie Knight 2017 Costa Rica


Going Home…wait, where’s Home?

Yesterday, as one of the precious little missionary girls (almost 1 year old) was being carried by her daddy from the kindercare (below our apartment), I ran out to get a little hug from her and check on her baby sister.  When I asked her dad if they were going “home” for Christmas, I immediately realized that has such a different meaning now.  Where exactly is home?  I asked him that same question–and he said the very words I was thinking:  Home is wherever we are.

That has been a struggle for me, I confess.  I think mainly because I AM A HOMEBODY.

I love being at home.  I love being with my family more than chocolate cake–but I also know that THAT is something I had to lay on the altar to do what He wants us to do.  It seems like several times since being here, I’ve gone back to that altar where I laid down what I loved about my life, and looked at it all again, reminisced and cried a little (or sometimes a lot), but left it all remaining at the altar, because the bottom line– and at the end of the day, I would do it all over again if He asked it of me.  And I will obey His voice until I draw my last breath.

I would like to fill you in on every single thing we’ve done since October to December–but you might not have time to read all of that.  Let me just tell you a few things:  We hosted a “Souper Night” for all the missionaries here –with LOTS of yummy soups and desserts, combined it with a baby shower, hosted by the single missionary girls for the newest member of our missionary family (Little Isabella Henden)! That was fun. 🙂  Made me realize God gives us family wherever we go!

We had a great prayer retreat in October and a wonderful Kids Ministry Training retreat in November, both hosted by Jay and Nancy Dickerson, our area directors.

We’ve had TONS of studying, reading and testing.  I celebrated my 56th birthday here, our daughter celebrated her 34th birthday there, we had a cousin accept Jesus in the last few days of his life, and a new baby was born into our family, a little early (8 weeks), but God has His mighty hand on her.  ALL these activities have kept us PRAYING.

The Holy Spirit has spoken into my heart several times with His confirming Word that HE is here-and is handling all our situations and we need to be watchfully trusting.  Those two words may not seem to go together, but look again.  Nehemiah talks about the workers restoring the wall, but armed and ready.  Nehemiah 4:17

Those who were rebuilding the wall and those who carried burdens took their load with one hand doing the work and the other holding a weapon.

We are doing what’s necessary, but armed and ready to do the next thing He requires.  Watchfully trusting.  Believing that HE is in control as we surrender our steps, hearts and minds to HIS purpose and plan.

So, November flew by in a flash–we celebrated Thanksgiving Day with missionary friends in the home of another missionary, who opened their home to us all to use for our meal, while they were at a retreat!  It felt like a real family celebration!

Yes, I still missed all our family celebrations, and yes, I did cry a little about missing them all, but I kept my eye on the time I would wrap my arms around them again and hold them close!  They will be saying– “Mama! Enough already!”  Maybe not.

December is on the fast track.  I’ve got 7 suitcases packed and the house is a jumble of things to either be given, or packed.  And I am giddy with excitement over seeing my family.

You know, when the LORD lays a burden on your heart–you are willing and ready to say yes and run off to do all that He requires.  Then, it gets down into the crux of the matter.  And the actual deal starts going down…and there you find yourself in a puddle of wonder and even possibly a little confusion–wait, did I hear correctly?  And the enemy is all set and ready to help fuel that confusion.  But then, the LORD steps over AS YOU PRAY and continually stay before HIM, and He renews and refreshes that confidence and your heart for the journey ahead.  Oh, it never stops.  The enemy KEEPS on at you, but you stay in front of the LORD, stay on your face before HIM and see what HE does…

Something the enemy has plagued me with during this has been to target my homesickness and remind me “you don’t have a home”.…and I will be the first to admit, yes, I listened a little bit to his whiny voice–but then through the obedience of one of my prayer partners, she sent me a message from the HOLY SPIRIT, “I AM YOUR HOME”.

And oh friends, HE IS!  He’s my home!  He’s my life!  He’s my everything!

You know, I don’t know what you call home.  It may be a very extravagant house with high ceilings and ornate moldings, or it may be a small, simple house where you gather daily with those you love–wherever it is, whatever it is, never hold to it so tightly that you couldn’t and wouldn’t freely give it up should the Master step to your heart and say, “Come, follow Me.  I have a job for you to do.  You will need to leave everything to do this, but I want you, yes even now as (old or as young) you are”.

What a journey you will have!

Thank you all for praying–and thanks for reading this LONG newsletter!  (We haven’t printed any since we left the states, but would you be so kind as to print it for your church and share it with your pastor if he doesn’t have a facebook?)  We will graduate Friday morning and then fly out Saturday morning to celebrate Christmas with our family and get our paperwork ready for Bolivia!  We leave for Bolivia early January–so that is a LOT of things to keep in mind to pray for!

  • Travel safety
  • Visa processing paperwork completed “¡muy rapido!”
  • Continued good health
  • More supporters (we have, like a few others, lost a few–but we know God has this!)
  • Our family.   This transition has not been easy on them at times, especially our grandsons, but God can strengthen and help them in this journey!

 

We wish so much that we would be able to see each of you and hug your necks, but it just won’t be possible.  We know you understand- and we are continuing in prayer for you!  We used to pray for you every time we saw a “Knight Transportation Truck” because we had asked you to pray for us when you saw them.  We have had a few friends see them and post them to our Facebook page or send us a message.  Thank y’all for that!  What a blessing!

If you are interested in becoming a prayer partner, or have a desire to partner with us financially, either a one time donation or monthly support, you can go here:  www.tinyurl.com/sendjeffandangie

PRAYER is so critical!  We have learned more than ever before, we CANNOT accomplish anything for the Kingdom of God without your faithful prayers!  So thank you!

We love you all! Maybe we’ll run into you in Walmart!–of course not literally…. 😀

© Angie Knight- 2017  Our Journey to the Mission Field 2017

Photographs © Angie Knight Photography 2017 Costa Rica


You’ve Got Mail!

October Greetings!

I was reading in one of my devotional books, “Streams in the Desert”, last week and this jewel jumped off the page.  Mainly because, not only was it a powerful devotion, but it was spot on for what we have been feeling and going through –here in language school.

A piece of wood once bitterly complained because it was being cut and filled with rifts and holes, but he who held the wood and whose knife was cutting into it so remorselessly did not listen to the sore complaining.  He was making a flute out of the wood he held and was too wise to desist when entreated to do so.  He said:

“Oh, thou foolish piece of wood, without these rifts and holes thou wouldst be only a mere stick forever–a bit of hard black ebony with no power to make music or to be of any use.  These rifts that I am making, which seem to be destroying thee, will change thee into a flute, and thy sweet music then shall charm the souls of men.  My cutting thee is the making of thee, for then thou shalt be precious and valuable, and a blessing in the world”.

I was stunned.  My eyes filled and I wept with gratitude and a strong repentant heart for crying out while being that stick of wood, and complaining for all the “shaping” going on.  This school is rightly named.  Chisel.

Every time I have entered a sentence in my Spanish Dictionary and used the name of the school, Cincel, the word “chisel” comes up, since that is exactly what Cincel means in Spanish.  Chisel.  We have all felt the blows of the hammer as well as the knife on the stick of wood.  But you know, in our hearts we all long to be useful for the Master.  The One who called us surely has a plan and purpose for every splinter of whittling,  and gouging out the places that have so desperately needed work.

On an encouraging note, we can carry on a conversation with others now with a little more confidence.  I walk down to the beauty salon and talk with the young ladies there about once every couple of weeks.  It’s where I got my FIRST haircut after chemo! I was so excited, and I have made two new “Tica” friends in the process.  One of them even gave me her phone number so that I could practice my Spanish.  And another one made me some flashcards this week to help with my “beauty salon lingo”.

We have prayed for you all during all these weather episodes and the various things that have been going on.  Last week, as I was sitting here typing, we had a small earth tremor that shook the bed that I was sitting on.  Everything in this world is subject to change.  In the very next minute–your life or my life could change.  We have no promise of tomorrow, we have today–and it’s up to us to use it for the Master, or squander it away.

This weekend, we were privileged to be able to go with dear friends, about an hour out of the city to the mountain area and just relax for the morning.  We stood at a fence and just viewed the valley and surrounding mountains and we breathed.  It felt good.  I cannot quiet describe the feeling–but it was needed and necessary.  And best of all….we spent time with friends of like mind and faith, who also left home, family, friends, and jobs they loved, to follow into the unknown, our Jesus.

While talking with the young lady at the little coffee shop–we asked her about the coffee harvest season.  The process from the time of planting, to harvest, to roasting, grinding all the way to your favorite cup of coffee.

Something we learned by tasting:  a good cup of coffee does not need sugar or cream.  That had to be proven to me.   It is something I will be excited to share with my family when we get home in December.  A hot cup of the best Costa Rican coffee.

She was so passionate about her job–her love of coffee and all things Costa Rica came through with every word she shared.  That’s what I want others to feel and hear in us as we share about Jesus in our new language.  I want them to feel the passion in our hearts–hear it in our voices and see it on our faces.  I want them to desire to know Him and share His love with their own families.

That’s one thing we need you to add to your prayer list for us:  Our ability to speak fluently as possible and to be able to share without reservation or hesitation.

Can I share with you a list of daily prayer needs?

Sunday:  Pray for our spiritual lives.  Our spiritual growth, fellowship with local believers, integrity, reliability, and consistency.  Jeff was blessed with a lunch a couple of weeks ago from an invitation from a “Tico” friend he met at church.  What a joy!  Pray for more connections and development of relationships that will last long after we leave.

Monday:  Pray for our personal lives.  For our marriage.  You have no idea the attacks on marriages and families here.  I won’t go into the details–suffice it to say, prayer is necessary to the mission.  Pray for our families back home, their health, both physical and spiritual.  Pray for their protection.  What is it with mama’s and daddy’s that believe we need to be there to help?  God is not limited by distance.

Tuesday:  Communication.  Adapting with generous flexibility to the culture, customs and people.  The language study, clarity in speech, ability to hear and comprehend.

Wednesday:  Relationships.  Both in the churches and the community.  As well as not losing our relationships back home.  That’s a fear many have as they shift their lives to another field.  We have discovered through conversations with others and reading several articles for missionaries, home relationships (back in the states) almost always suffer, insomuch as they are forgotten altogether.  Or at the very least, once they return, they are treated differently than when they left.  We hunger for our relationships with you to either remain strong–or become even stronger.  Not become weaker or disappear altogether.

Thursday:  Evangelism.  Boldness, sensitivity, Holy Spirit led.

Friday:  Discipleship. That we can be mentors.  Training, equipping, and encouraging others even now before we get to our field of service.  May we serve Him now with fervor.

Saturday:  Pray for our country.  Our first and home country, the United States of America, and secondly, our country of calling:  Bolivia.  Pray for more schools to open in Santa Cruz, relationships to develop and grow under the anointing and presence of the Holy Spirit.  Help us pray now for a good, safe, and secure place to live.

Often many think that because they aren’t giving monetarily, they aren’t helping.  NOTHING could be further from the truth.  Your prayers make the difference.  We cannot do this without your prayers.  I cannot say that loud or long enough.  Prayer is the KEY to the KINGDOM.

Thank you for taking the time to add us to your likely already long prayer list.  It is undeniably what keeps us going strong.  We love each of you.  If you feel led to get further involved, an offering of any amount is always welcomed and needed.  The cost of living here is “crazy” expensive.  But I won’t talk about that any further.  It hasn’t brought the prices down one bit! 🙂

We received our 3rd mail here this week! (It takes about 10-14 days to reach us if there are no holidays involved.) OH Mercy I was giddy with joy!  My heart overflowed with the love from the words that came from the letter–but soon found myself weeping like a child.  God is SO good!  Thank you.  Every word meant the world.  I have all three cards we’ve received taped to the wall in our bedroom.  It gives me joy every time I look at them.

We wish you were here.  We miss you.  BUT, if the LORD is willing [as my Mamo always said], or “Si Dios quiere”, we will see some of you in December!  We wish we could visit every single one of you in your churches!  You are greatly loved.

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All for HIM,

Jeff and Angie

“Streams in the Desert, Morning and Evening Edition, page 649-650, September 20      (L. B. Cowman, Zondervan Publishing Company.)

© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.  All photographs © Angie Knight 2017.


The Impact You Make

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Growing a Fence

We have just returned (as of yesterday) from our second visa processing trip to David, Panama.  I chuckled to myself when one of our grandson’s youth leaders asked him about us--“oh they are fine–they’re just in Panama” (he was thinking “Panama City, Florida”, of course he didn’t know different, but his mom let him know the exact location).

Panama was hot-but the airconditioned rooms were bliss.  Complete and total bliss!  It poured rain -insomuch that we walked through ankle deep water in a couple of spots to get some needed supplies for the next term.  And did I tell you we got PEANUT BUTTER?  Some may laugh.  But for the regular jar of great value brand that I paid less than $3 at Walmart in the states, it’s $8 for the same size in Costa Rica.   Anyway, I found some just over $3 and bought 3 jars.  That will get us through for a while. 🙂

I wrote a personal blog about what today represents for us–one year ago–diagnosed with cancer–today healed and in language school.  To read the story, go here.

We want to take this time to express our deepest gratitude for “believing in us”.  For believing God finishes what He starts and for praying, and pushing through with us!  You have prayed–supported us financially–and encouraged us SO MANY TIMES!  Your words of encouragement are priceless.  On days when it feels like I don’t know a “verbo” from a hole in the ground, we get a message on Facebook or WhatsApp or a sweet email reminding us we are being prayed for.   God calculated every millisecond it would take for us to get the skills to minister to others and He is never wrong in His calculations.   (As a side note, if you have tried to send us text messages, our phone numbers have changed.  We use WhatsApp messenger, Viber, Facebook Messenger, and email to “jeffandangieknight @ gmail.com”)

Today, we were blessed with REAL snail mail!  I was so excited!  One of our churches sent a card and several members and friends signed it with an encouraging note.  What a great blessing to our hearts.  We ache for family and friends and the familiar back home–there where you are, but we also know--beyond a doubt that God has ordered these steps of ours.  So it is with great excitement to carry on with the learning process.  We realize we may not be as fluent as some when they leave in December with us, but we know we will be able to communicate–and we believe in MIRACLES!  I am one!

We want to remind you that every step we take, every WORD we are able to say in Spanish is BECAUSE OF YOUR FAITHFULNESS!!  Each and every life we can touch for Christ, it is also YOUR HANDS extended with OURS!  You may not walk here with us, but friends, your obedience keeps us here, keeps us studying, and pursuing with GREAT PASSION (and admittedly sometimes tears) the call of God.  His love amazes me and often I find myself in tears of amazement at all HE has done.  He called YOU as well as us.  Our tasks are just a little different in this mission.

Jeff and I love and appreciate each one of you.  Not one day goes by that you aren’t remembered and prayed for.  Our church families are precious to us.  Our district–unsurpassed in the Mission-Mindedness and hearts of our leaders.  We are grateful beyond words.

Thank you.  For all the prayers.  Please keep praying!  We have a couple of weeks break, graduation is tomorrow for those students completing their training–and we are set to begin again mid-August.

The pictures below are of our two favorite profesoras!  Nicole, in the second picture agreed to “pretend” to yell so that Jeff could hear–we are using a “funnel” for the hearing aid. While it is comical, the truth is that hearing words in Spanish requires training your ears to listen–and that can be muy difícil.  I can’t stress enough how the next 4 1/2 months will require all hands on deck, all knees to the floor–praying.  We CAN do this–with your continued prayers!

Muchas gracias mis amigos!  Hasta luego!

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© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.

Photography © Angie Knight 2017, David, Panama and San Jose, Costa Rica, Central America.  All rights reserved.