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Santa Claus, IV’s and Missions

Before you scratch your head about the title not matching what’s in the blog–hang on and keep reading.  It fits.  Trust me.

Everywhere I look in the Word…I find Him.  I find peace.

I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.   My soul shall make its boast in the Lord;The humble shall hear of it and be glad.   Oh, magnify the Lord with me, And let us exalt His name together.  Psalm 34:1-3

Even when the day doesn’t go as we plan….we need to take a deep breath…it’s according to His plan.  That is hard to do when we prize our plans so highly!  I mean–we PLANNED…worked it all out in our minds and likely even decorated the plans!  Right?

Lately, I have learned a valuable lesson– I use the phrase my Mamo used all her Christian life, “If the LORD wills, we will do this or do that”….every thing she planned on left room for God to make changes.  She had peace and daily rested inside that nook of easy breathing…the crook of His arm.

We had “intentions” of being in language school in January, but after receiving a phone call from one of my oncologists, and a followup letter with further explanation, that it’s for “my good”, I realized this was God at work. So, there are next language classes that take place 2017 and we will catch the next ride… Even in this deal with breast cancer, we have met so many in the medical field that have been so encouraging and positive about our assignment–they must have put it in my chart that we were headed out on assignment for the KING, because every single doctor has said, “this won’t hold you up”.

I can’t remember if I shared this with you or not, but my surgeon, Dr. Randall Nichols in Dothan, AL was one of the surgeons on my 2nd mission trip to Honduras!  I enjoyed meeting him then, his wife and daughter, as they spent themselves for others on the mission field (every year)- so knowing he was my surgeon for this event made my heart glad.

The second person I met that day was Santa Claus.  Truly.  He is the real-deal-Santa who gives and shares his life each year with children in hospitals, adults in nursing homes and more.  He is the Hospital Santa for the employees children and he is the resident IV Santa, meaning he works for the anesthesia group.  He showed me pictures of his grands and told me stories and kept my mind occupied instead of worrying.  When I was wheeled back to the waiting runway for surgery, I was stretched out waiting-and the worries commenced.  Santa must have known his next assignment was me–because he pulled up a chair and started talking.  As he began to start my IV, he laughed and said I guess everyone can’t say that Santa Claus starts their IV.  I laughed and said it would make quite a blog!

I shared our mission- and what God had been doing in our lives as we have gone to Bolivia year after year and maintained the connections with each church and villages that we’ve worked in.  God did all that for us.  That was HIS idea and plan.  And it’s not over.

After Santa Claus got up and moved on to the next patient, the young nurse who was had been assigned to start mine came over.  She asked me who did my IV and I told her Santa Claus. She smiled and looked over at him with the next patient–she knows him well.  She looked so familiar.

I asked her name, told her she looked familiar–as sometimes we see people often in Walmart and then the face remains familiar.  But she had a different familiar look.  So I jumped out on a limb…. “Did you go to Honduras in 2013?”  She said, “Yes I did!” with a bright smile!  Then she told me her mission experience.  My surgery was wrapped up in mission people.  God had me in the right place at the right time.  He even included Santa Claus.

They are worth it. God is sending us for these and many more like them.

Both my oncology doctors have expressed complete confidence in this journey and the outcome.  And that we will be on the mission field leading lives to Jesus in no time at all.  We are needing more monthly partners…are you interested?

Yes, the enemy has tried his best tactics–from inadequate monthly support to sickness-but let me remind him and you….God gave us the orders, the burden on our heart and the call in our lives…and until God says otherwise, we are moving forward with all His plans.

What’s so special about Bolivia?  Our heart landed there in 2011 and never left.  We’ve both been to other countries, but this one–this one got into our skin and heart and we feel a kinship with the friend we met there.

Santa Claus can’t get us there.

But God can and will through every supporter and contribution.

If you are interested in  helping, click this link.  If you can’t right now, surely you can pray?  We need such prayer warriors fighting and storming on our behalf.

Today, after my first round of chemo, they attached the “turtle pack” as my doctor referred to it.  It will do the next necessary step…I thought of my friend @BarbaraKeene and knew her turtle pack was loaded down with prayers…for many people.  Friends and strangers.

My daughters have a special group of ladies who are praying and fasting each week–and I feel and have faith in the power of their prayers.  I have been so amazed at the cards and notes of encouragement.  Some cards have been filled with Scripture verses and I’ve looked up every single one.  Wrote them out in my prayer journal and noted who sent it.  There is Power in those words.  Santa Claus didn’t write it…The Holy Spirit operating through man did.

This was not meant to be a big devotional blog–just more of an update for our family/friends who have been wondering.  God is faithful.  I don’t know what you are facing today–but God is more than able to be right with you and He will even put people in your path to let you KNOW that you’re on the right path.  Did you read about the mission doctors and nurse?  Yes.  HE did that.

He will do for you…because HE loves YOU.


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Mother’s Missionary Offering

 I had wanted to keep you posted every-single-day while we have been on this journey of “mission orientation”….but again, I failed.

However, if you are our friend on Facebook, perhaps you did get in on some“frozen custard” and the walk through the museum at the Assemblies of God National Headquarters  ….that, my friend, was amazing.
If you don’t mind- I am going to “cheat” just a bit–this is what I posted on Facebook this week-
“While in one of the AmaZing session of training (brain overload), a vivid picture came back to me with such suddenness that my eyes leaked (they really leaked all day– a couple of us girls began to wonder why we even bothered with makeup)…
When I was a very young teenager–before so much rebellion set in like a stone, I remember getting so sick I could hardly stand up. Mother was at work, and it was summer time. Meaning, I was in charge of my two sisters and baby brother.  But with me sick, Wanda was now the “in charge” daughter.

I asked her to call our Mamo to pray. Now, Mamo, in our opinion — was CLOSE to God. Probably closer than anyone we knew. I mean “right up there” with Him daily.  

And truly it was “daily”….she and our Paw-Paw spent the beginning of every morning and the closing of every day on their knees (yes, knees) in prayer.
I remember vividly, even as I type, I can still hear their voices calling on God for their neighbors, their church, their family.  Always their family.
As Wanda dialed Mamo and Paw-Paw, I had confidence that she would pray. I lay in the bed with tears–in pain. I was rarely sick–so for me to even cry about it, I am sure frightened my sister, Wanda.
It seemed short minutes and I heard voices. Mamo’s voice talking to Wanda as they came down the hall. I didn’t mean for her to come to me–I knew that if she prayed right where she was–God would hear.  I guess that was a sign of my faith even back then…my faith in Mamo being able to get a prayer through to God.
Well–I suppose God told her to “go”.  She turned off her stove (middle of cooking their lunch) –pulled off her apron and out the door they went. I am absolutely positive that she prayed on the short 2 mile journey to our house.
When Mamo–walked in my room and laid her hand on my stomach–a warmth filled my body and I FELT the pain and nausea leave.  I soon slept.
You should know this was more than a healing. This was obedience…on her part. To leave “what she was doing”….and GO.
To leave “HER PLANS” for the day…and GO.

Well Friends,…. this is us.  Jeff and myself—leaving our plans to see our grand-kids grow and develop into godly men and young lady, and GO. Because HE, God, asked us to turn off our stove….lay aside our apron of busy lives–and don HIS. 

His apron of another type of service.  His servants to Bolivia.

And after last night’s amazing prayer service—I was so thankful –and grateful to be among well over 100 other individuals who heard the same Voice call, “turn off the stove”…and GO light a fire and turn on the stove somewhere else.
Friends, God is so good.  I look in the mirror and wonder why in the world He would ask us…Why?  At this point and at our age…. I don’t argue–I know He has His reason… and you know what?  I’m good with that.  I am thankful He asked…and proud to say “YES”.
Because I am hoping…and praying…and believing that by us going–perhaps one of our grandchildren–will one day want to say, “hey, if God can call my grandparents….maybe He will call me too”.2012-02-25 mother daughter retreat feb 2012 041
Something was said yesterday that I want to leave you with… I thought of my dear sweet mother.  We have, all our lives given to missions.  Mother too….but she will soon give her biggest offering yet.  Her oldest daughter.  Me.
And she gives it willingly–and readily.  Withholding nothing ….because she taught us obedience…by example.  And she still practices what she preaches.
I am glad to be my mother’s missionary offering.

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Abraham’s Famous Faith

“You’re going where?”   Abram’s friend leaned in to make sure he heard right.

“I said, I don’t know.  We are just going, my friend.”  Abram firmly, but quietly stated.  He had been getting this a lot. 

As they had been packing up their tent and all their belongings, loading camels and the many pack animals, friends had been stopping by, each one with the same question and the same incredulous look on their faces.

Abram swatted a fly from his face with his hand.  “The LORD GOD will show us.”  Again, that firm quiet to his voice spoke more than the words he said.  Abram’s friend muttered under his breath, patted him on the back and turned and left.

The heat that usually bore down on Abram, felt today, like a calming Presence.  Almost like a hand on his shoulder giving him comfort as one by one, each friend—who didn’t seem to understand his actions, turned away.

While the above is completely a made up conversation in my mind— it’s how we felt when we began making life changes –preparing for the mission God has ahead.  

Abraham, formerly known as Abram, has been a story that I have related to time and time again.  His faith in God–trusting Him–made him famous.  He didn’t seek fame–He sought God.

I felt the excitement he must have felt the night he threw his head back and gazed at the endless curtain of blinking stars.  We have both experienced that look—or expression of incredulity from friends, and maybe even a family member or two—as we shared what we believe (not just feel), that God has called us to do.

This experience of our faith walk has been targeted at different parts of our lives—at various times in this season of life.  One by one, God has pointed His finger at things in our lives and said either “keep-or-give”.  Or, at least to me, that’s how it has felt.

Missionaries at the ages of 54 and 60 wasn’t what we had on our agenda 10 years ago.  Actually, it wasn’t even in my planner 3 years ago.

Mission work?  Yes.  Spending a month at a time on a specific project there? Yes.   But packing up everything that doesn’t get sold to live in a country where I can’t speak the language (yet)… Not quite. 

BUT GOD has a way of changing our hearts to YEARN for His will and His direction.  He has a way of changing our hearts desires the closer we get to Him. How did all this happen?   That will come later as I unfold this in the blog—but first I want to share something one of the missionaries has said this week as we have toured with our District Women’s Ministry Director, Rese Moore. 

I believe it was missionary, Whittney (I leave off her last name for her future safety), who said it best,

“God has called us ALL to goBut some—He has given you the assignment to stay”.  

Your assignment has come with a job He has called and directed you to.  And in that job, He expects you to be an onsite missionary. 

One who lives by example—and builds relationships (just like we will do) with those He puts in your path.   One who leads by conversation…. (Really makes you re-think the joke you told last week, huh…).

Your assignment comes with benefits of a dependable weekly salary—as long as you keep up your end of the bargain, your boss will keep up his. 

Our assignment comes with a question to our friends and family:  “Do you want to join our team?”  Meaning, “Do you want to help win the lost in these last days?  Do you want to help us show them JESUS?”  

It comes down to two things really:  Either we want to do all we can to share Jesus where they don’t know Him—in the unreached villages of this world—or we are completely satisfied with them not knowing and stand idly by as they leap off into eternity lost.

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Our assignment right now is two years.  Do you think—for two years you could give up ONE Starbucks coffee a month?  Just one. What about 2? 

If 35 of our friends and family gave up Starbucks just ONE time each month—to take part in a soul reaching team—that would put us over half way to our budget goal.

What if—ONE time each month—you give up ONE dinner out of, say a Zaxby’s drive through meal.  Just for two people.  That’s close to $25 with large drinks and tax included—and maybe one milkshake to share as dessert.  JUST ONE TIME in a whole month—for two years

Give it up and maybe just cook a simple meal of rice and chicken and fry some cornbread.  That’s more of a meal than most anyone in a third world country will ever have in a day.  They may have the rice—but they likely won’t have any meat.

I don’t know if you have read down this far or got tired and turned it off—Maybe you are saying, well, Angie, exactly what are you and Jeff giving up? 12004798_1010144152369448_8716485255397596848_n

Everything.

And every time I think of all the times I won’t get to drive to my mom’s house for a meal or a visit with them, or sit on a comfy couch in an air-conditioned living room and a drink coffee with my baby sister, and join her hand and pray for her family and my family, I will be honest.  I cry.

And every time I think of my two amazing daughters–and how MUCH I love spending time with them–and that will not happen for two years….I cry.PicMonkey CollageMY GIRLS 12002927_1010144605702736_2410717309729830897_n

And every time I think of our 6 grandsons and how sweet their sugar is, or our precious granddaughter who I won’t get to see turn into a godly young woman and graduate high school, I cry.

BUT THEN– I think of all those children I have met—and those I’ve not yet metwho are waiting for someone to show them Jesus.  Waiting for someone to BE Jesus in their lives and love them no matter how poor they are.  No matter that they have nothing to offer us–we have MUCH to offer them.  Jesus.  And there they are, just waiting for someone to join our team—so that we can get there and introduce them to Jesus Christ.  God’s Only Son—who loved them so much that HE came and died so that they might have life.
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We’re only asking for one thing—each month—for two years.

There are some who can afford to give more than ONE Starbucks “sacrifice” a month…..Only you and God know what He’s asking of you.

After two years, if God continues our assignment—we will see what He asks you to do.  Or, God may have another assignment for us…OR, He may have another assignment for you.

This is the link to join our team—OR you can download a copy of the commitment form and send it in, our account number is 2853562, our Region is Latin American, and of course—you know our names, Jeff and Angie Knight.

We have discovered–some are waiting to be asked.  But there are those who just get so excited–they jump ahead and join, saying, “we want to be part of your team”.  You have  no idea how that makes us feel!

12003348_1010144669036063_4198006051871256780_nYou know, I think God likes it best when we, as His children, come up to Him and say, “What would you have me to do Father?”  Go?  or Stay.  Stayers get to be senders.  What a GREAT opportunity.  To be a part of missions, both HERE and There.

© Angie Knight 2016.  All rights reserved.   Also posted on http://www.jeffandangieknight.com our personal mission blog.

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Brittney Hall Photography credited with “birthday photos”.  Thank you Brittney!!!


Today, February 1st

It begins.  Not that it ever ended–but today is a day like Frederick Buechner described:

  “Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes….” ― Frederick Buechner

For the last eight years, I’ve found joy amidst sadness.  “The sad” tries to horn in on the joy in our daily giving of gratitude to God for His faithful love and ever Present Self.  Don’t mistake this post or this month of beautiful February as a month to mourn.  It’s not.  It IS a month to celebrate life, love, faith and sisters!

After my sister Wanda left for her eternal home, several realities hit.  I needed to live, as never before, to make a difference.  To impact another life for God, and  help someone lost find “Home”…. “heaven”…. to introduce them to Jesus Christ–my Savior… with every mission trip–and trip to Walmart–I  hope I do.  It’s my goal.  But there are days–just like some recent ones–where the goal wasn’t on my mind.  Instead the focus was — “get in–get out–get home”.  I bet you have days like that too.  It’s okay–as long as you know at the end of that day, God is still real whether you felt His breath on your face or you felt alone.  And He still loves you and has a plan for your life.

Several weeks ago another friend left for her eternal Home.  She left behind a precious sister and dear brother and my heart wept for them and I prayed for them because I knew what the days might look like ahead for them.  For the sister, I knew there would be countless times she would pick up the phone to call her sister and tell her a funny, or to vent, or rant…. and to check on her.  And that every time she sees socks, she will think of her–Christmas or not.

We do that with purple.  Anything purple makes us remember Wanda.

Our sister Wanda loved the color.  It was the final dress she wore.  A beautiful shade of purple that was unlike any I had seen.  It was my favorite suit on her–that’s why Aimee and I chose it.  Wanda looked regal in it.  Well, to us, she looked regal in everything!

After Wanda passed away, Aimee and I began celebrating purple–(and I can’t remember exactly how it all came about) –but it started with a beautiful cake a friend made to celebrate Wanda’s birthday and I had ordered about 2 dozen dark purple t-shirts.  “Sisters of Faith” with her favorite verse, Psalms 27:14.

We absolutely celebrate every day.  We wear something purple–even if it’s just earrings!  And we enjoy the life God has blessed us with and we celebrate with joy–the fact that He gave us a precious sister like none other and we will have a blessed reunion one day in heaven.  It’s a fact.

So, if you are blessed with a sister, or a dear friend that you feel is a sister–CELEBRATE her!

Celebrate your faith in God and the hope we have–and the love and life He’s given!

Celebrate life!  Celebrate with purple!  🙂

We will.

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Happy Birthday Mother!

I think–probably 90% of the kids believe they have the “best” mother in the world…and I am one of that percentage.  We believe it pretty strong…we are certain.

I read something from a book a couple weeks ago–about a conversation that perhaps “God” may have had.  He hand picked some kids.  Some that had special needs…and chose the parents according to the gifts that He put inside them.  Their strength.  Their passion.  Their love.  I believe God hand picked my mother and chose “us” to be blessed by her strength–her passion and her deep love.  Her love for God is what has made each one of us who we are today.

When life handed her hard times, I won’t say she didn’t flinch–because as a mother and grandmother myself, I know that flinching often takes place–but we don’t turn away from what’s in front of us….she stepped up to the plate in the ballgame of life and took her best swing.  And hit the ball smack-dab in the middle.

When money was tight, cupboards were skimpy, love was not.  No one rode in on a white horse and rescued her–but she knew that her faith in God was firm, solid and secure–and He (God) never failed to supply our needs.

I think today about what kids are subjected to–what they are allowed to do–and how they respond to life and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like for some of them if they grew up in our house.

Laundry every.single.Saturday taught us all responsibility.  You wear it–you wash it.  You wash it–you fold it and put it away.  Not next week.  Not in a minute when you finish that game–but now.  (When I was growing up, there were no games, only books.)  We won’t even get started on the things different today versus how we grew up….you don’t have enough time to read all that!

I have been doing some internal reflecting–and I see where some of mine and Aimee’s “thinking” comes from.  It comes from our mother and the foundation she laid early in our lives.  Even when things were so hard and I saw tears in her eyes–I saw a strong resolve that no one in our house would ever feel the rejection that happens all too often.  Her heart is always ready with generous portions of love, prayers, and the Truth that holds her foundation secure.  And if you stop by, chances are, you will get a sack full of produce from her garden if there is something in season…even if it’s just garlic. 🙂


Mother, I pray that your birthday–even though your children are not gathered there today–is filled with love and knowledge that you have blessed the lives of 4 children that were gifts from God–and you did everything He assigned you –above and beyond your ability–because HE blessed you with ability beyond your imagination!  We love you so much!  I am grateful beyond words to call you “Mother”.
Thank you for standing with me and Jeff in our journey to the mission field…thank you for praying for us diligently and for you and Grandbuddy “sending” us.  It is my greatest blessing to be your daughter.  I love you– Happy Birthday.

© 2016 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.


Purple Passion

Me and Aimee and 2010 on “Sisters of Faith Day”.

I planned to wear purple today–before I knew anything about “purple for cancer day”.  I support every single person struggling with that nasty disease…that disease that steals thoughts, moments, and even seconds from lives of those I know and those I don’t know.  Millions.

My reason for purple became clear a few weeks after my sister, Wanda Jakelsky, passed from here–to There in 2008.  Heaven, in case you wondered.

She dared to live her faith.  She dared to color her life with her favorite color, “purple”.

She dared to BELIEVE God’s Word…for exactly what It says.

We dared to take that up…and color our days with faith and purple and sweetness and look head-on into the fullness of each blessing…and try as hard as we could to see the joy in everything.  Although, I confess, that is sometimes hard.

I wrote a lot back then.  Much more than I do now….and writing helps me see.  Writing helps me feel His presence more than anything I can think of right now… because I stop long enough to sit at His feet in my writing….and I guess you can tell, I have very little time for writing these past many, many months.  BUT, I still write in long hand (who does that anymore?) in  my prayer journal on a weekly basis….it just hasn’t made it to the pages of  this blog [yet].

We celebrate each day of the month of February with something purple.  I’ve said it countless times–but every time I see purple, I think of Wanda.  I know today–I will be thinking of her A LOT…because when I first turned on facebook, I saw it EVERYWHERE!  I thought, WOW! So many blessings today!  Then I found the “why” all the purple–and I began counting all those lives–both living and passed, that have been affected by cancer.

I applaud them all today.  I stand in an applauding ovation at your courage…and the bravery for which you LIVE…choosing EACH day to feel, breathe, take in the blessing of one more day with your darling loved ones….and if you happen to be alone, sitting in that chair, receiving the painful medication that is to make you well–know this:  You.  Are.  Not.  Alone.

I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.  Psalms 18:1-3  In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.  Psalms 18:6

Wear your color so royal today with passion...and remember, The LORD GOD is your strong tower, fortress, deliverer….and strength.  You can trust HIM.  Nothing will happen that has not passed through His Hands first–and if it passes, then HE will bring strength to those who BELIEVE and call on the Name of the LORD.  His NAME is STRONG.

© Angie Knight- The Knightly News


Child-like Prayers

In listening to children pray, I am amazed at the faith and trust uttered from their hearts.

Just last night, as my oldest daughter’s children were gathered around their table, several wanted to pray.  I love that.  More than one wanted to pray at the meal…not for the meal…but at the meal.

Their prayer request was not for themselves.  Not for their food.  But for their daddy.

“Camp Your angels ’round him”, the youngest one prayed.

“Touch him”, their daughter prayed.

“Be with him, heal him”, another of their 4 boys prayed.

What do you think God did with that prayer?

For certain He “camped His angels around their daddy”.

I could tell these were praying words they had heard prayed before.  The believed.  They knew where their hope lay:

“Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God.”  Ps. 146:5
“God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid”.  Is.  12:2
“When I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.”  Micah 7:8
“Trust in Him at all times”.  Ps. 62:8

Landen, the second oldest young boy took a piece of paper around to each one of us and had us write a note and sign our name.  I suggested he might want to share a Scripture and he jumped up and grabbed his Bible and said, “I’ve got one right here!”

I didn’t ask him which one–I knew that what he had in his heart was the right one.

I told my daughter today that I had seen much change and growth, spiritually speaking, in each child since the day she gave her all to Jesus.

Parents, they are watching.  They notice, they hear and they take to heart what you say and do.

Make sure it’s the right things.  Make sure it’s the example you want to leave them with.

Show them God.  Not only by your words…but in your deeds.  He is the only One that will remain a constant in their lives.

© Angie Knight 2013- The Knightly News