Category Archives: Family

The Faithfulness of God

I sat in my office one day last week, sharing my heart with our youngest daughter–who, almost weekly donates time and energy to working on various projects for the church–either an outreach– on an “in-reach” (meaning, something her mama can’t do on her own).  


I am thankful for such a blessing.  To have a child devoted to helping others and serving God is indeed a blessing.

This morning, standing, singing to the faithfulness of my Jesus, my mind rushed ahead to next weekend…all the while firmly planted bodily in service–singing with full heart– I saw my oldest child, dunked in submission to The Lord Jesus Christ, as she obediently follows the ordinances of our faith.  Water baptism.

Matthew 28:19 says, “Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:”


I have no idea what God has in store for either of our daughters, but this one thing I do know:  They have set out to follow Him!  It may have taken the older one a bit long to get her footing, but God is glorified in the work that has been done in her life!

Can I just share with you– if you are the parent of a prodigal, please don’t give up praying.

The enemy wants you to view their lives as hopeless.  But God views it differently.  

Hope “filled”.

God is faithful to His Word.  The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man (or woman) availeth much.

And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.  Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.  James 5:15-16 KJV

Be fervent in your prayers….It may take 14+ years….
God will be faithful.
Be faithful to love them.  Not compare them.  Nor to criticize them.  
Be faithful and fervent in your prayers.  Daily.  Encourage them–not with nagging words, but with a loving heart.
Give them time– 
Begin to see them in the light that God sees…the work is happening, in ways you or I cannot possibly comprehend.

© Angie Knight- The Knightly News


Happy Birthday Daughter

Jeff and I are blessed with two incredible daughters.  Much loved and appreciated for what and who they are.

We never thought –or dreamed of what they might become when they grew up–beyond serving the Lord.  I always wondered what God would use them for in the lives of others…I know that He continually uses both of them to touch the lives and hearts of others…

I know what He has used both of them for in my own life.  

A teaching instrument.

They became the vessel by which God would teach me of His unfailing love and power–and His mercy, forgiveness and GRACE.

On October 13, shortly around the lunch time hour–God brought into this world a little girl with dark hair and bright eyes.  A heart of compassion for others–if you don’t count the sisterly quarrels and subsequent fights with her beloved sister, April.  And up until April got a good foot hold in the world, Tiffany won the fights…uhmmm….but there came the day that changed.

Now, they are the best of friends and they lean on each other for strength and wisdom for trying situations in their own lives.

We are blessed parents.  

I confess it was tough raising two girls –close in age–born 18 months apart.  I learned so much along the way–thank YOU Jesus–for these girls…and all my lessons.  Now Tiffany is on the receiving end of much love–and some lessons mingled.  Lessons to teach…and learn from.

It’s harder, I think today, raising kids than when ours were coming up–more competition for time–and money.  I am thankful for the leading of the LORD in the lives of our children and grandchildren….

 Life is busy for everyone–but tomorrow, we have set aside her birthday to help her celebrate her first 29th birthday! (So she says *grinning*)

It will be a girls only day–and we are excited to see what God has in store for this girl…for the coming year.

Father, first, I thank You for this precious gift.  I thank You for all that You have guided her safely through.  I pray that You would continue to help her hear and heed Your voice as never before.  Draw her to You–where her faith was learned–and where she can be strengthened for the coming days– Grant her wisdom in raising her own children to love and serve You–forsaking the ways of the world…but reaching out to what You have purposed in their lives.  Protect her–keep her safe as You journey with her–teaching her of Your unfailing love.  

I am reminded daily that our time is drawing to a close–and we must all be so diligent about seeking to save those who are lost.  Thank You Father, for this first most precious and priceless gift.  A child.  We gave her to You when she was born…and still we trust You completely with her life.
Fill her to overflowing with the passion for You–  Remind her of her early prayers–as a child–when she was more concerned for the children in China than she was of how many stuffed animals could fit on her bed at bedtime.  We renew that vow today, as her parents, that she is Yours…not ours.  Ours only for a season of training–I hope and pray we didn’t fail you as bad as I sometimes thought we did…
We continue to…follow You.  Amen.

Tiffany, whenever you read this, know that your mom and dad love you with everything we have–as does your sister, April.  We look forward with great anticipation to all that God will do and reveal in  your life–as He continues to change each one of us–as we earnestly seek HIM….

I love the fact that you laugh easily–cry too.  For others.

I love the fact that you love your children passionately–and want the best for them…as we did (and do) you.

I love the fact that you have the best parts of us…(sorry about the not so good parts–work through them as best you can).

I love the fact that you taught me how to stay up all hours of the night–and I love the fact that you didn’t hold it against me when I fell asleep rocking you… (I remembered staying up late–last night as age and ailments wake me at odd hours…)

I love the fact that you were chosen by my Father in heaven to be mine.  I cherish and remember almost every detail of that day.  From the Red Holland show, to the nurse that discussed being baptized in the Holy Spirit with your daddy while I was in labor…Her name was Marsha.  

I love how stories of your own children will make me laugh–and cry as  you share them with me–knowing what they mean to me.

Mostly, child, I just love you.  Everything about you.  I love how you brought me closer to God–through every single trial of your raising………I pray that you also know and understand and feel that bond with our heavenly Father.

I leave with my precious readers–the birthday girl and her girl.  (Another blessing–and story for another day.)

(Yes, she was taught not to do that…but this was a fun day of family gathering at my folks house….and this made me smile.)


Happy Birthday Tiffany!!












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


The Believing Heart of a Child

 “Some people brought infants to Jesus to have him hold them. When the disciples saw this, they told the people not to do that.  But Jesus called the infants to him and said, “Don’t stop the children from coming to me! Children like these are part of the kingdom of God.  I can guarantee this truth: Whoever doesn’t receive the kingdom of God as a little child receives it will never enter it.”

Luke 18:15-17 GWT

Believing as a child believes is essential…

You tell them something–they believe you…

What must we do?  Go to Christ as your children, and my children come to us.

Seeking words, wisdom, attention, love…fellowship…a Relationship.

Without communication–there is no relationship.  
We are discussing problems of lack of communication in our Young Adult class on Wednesday nights.  Communication is one key ingredient to a good marriage.  Good communication.
If you want THE relationship with God that He desires to have with you–you must first open your heart and your mouth.  Share your heart with Him…holding nothing back…
Who could resist the look of the expressive face turned upward in devotion?  
No one.  
When you devote your heart and life to Christ Jesus–you will then begin to fully realize how His devotion saved YOUR soul.



© The Knightly News 2007-2012


A Letter From Wanda

If Wanda could write a note from heaven today, this is what it “might” say…

Dearest Sisters,

I love what you’re doing for the Lord! It is so exciting to see and hear the good reports being broadcast throughout heaven of the lives being touched and hearts changing—eyes looking to Christ! As it is written in the Most Holy Word, “Therefore since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us, and run with endurance the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfector of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of God’s throne.”

Paul’s words are so fitting for what I need to share—however, I will change the word “brothers” to “sisters”—for dear ones, that is what you are!

“When I came to you, sisters, announcing the testimony of God to you, I did not come with brilliance of speech or wisdom. For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified. And I was with you in weakness, in fear, and in much trembling. My speech and my proclamation were not with persuasive words of wisdom, but with a demonstration of the Spirit and power, so that your faith might not be based on men’s wisdom, but on God’s power.” (1 Corinthians 2:1-5 Holman CSB) I can say with all assurance for your sometimes weary hearts, “No eye has seen, no ear heard and you could not imagine—try as you might—the glories awaiting your souls—what God has prepared for those who truly love Him!” (paraphrased 1 Corinthians 2:9)

I think, after having met that dear brother Paul, who penned those words to the Church at Corinth, he truly meant an exclamation point to end that sentence! He is full of the brightest joy you can imagine!
If I could share with you my heart from this side today, it would be, keep on. Go further. Tell more. Love deeper. Live everyday as if you’d not have another. Take delight in the simple things. See God in everything. Let go of the burdens you are trying to carry alone. He really is there to lift you up! Most of all, never quit—don’t look back. Only ahead at what lies before you! The journey is so worth the destination!—no matter how rocky at times.

It’s almost time! We are anticipating the trumpet sound as you are! For when that sound is heard—we will be joined again! And joined as the spotless Bride of Christ! I love you all!

Keeping the faith!
Wanda

Now, before anyone thinks I’ve lost my marbles, —I do know that this didn’t come from Wanda—but if she could share with us today…maybe this is what she would encourage us to do.   Don’t you think?

In my cleaning out and going through books, I found one of her note cards that I had bought her several years ago. Only one card left. It is blank. The message was clear to me. No words could express fully the joy, the prize, the splendor she has experienced so far! I am glad for her…although there are days my heart aches to see her. I know one day soon we will!

I wrote this poem shortly after the funeral and shared it for the first time in 2009, and wanted to share it again today.  I hope if you are reading this, and don’t know the LORD, I pray with all my heart that you will “seek HIM”.  Seek to know Him—and love Him with all your heart…..the journey is not long now.  Only a little way left to go.

Family, don’t cry for me now.
For the place I am saving,
Is for the way you are each paving,
That others should know Him.
As we were all taught.

So love one another,
Clinging only to Him,
Know that I’m whole now,
And happy with Him.

For you all I’ll be waiting,
Just a hop skip and jump,
Soon you’ll all join me,
Why, you’re over the hump!

Remember it takes dedication,
Determined heart too,
The way won’t be easy,
But this I know you can do.

For you’ll be led by the Master,
His hand you hold tight,
And remember to love Him
With all of your might.

Talk to you later!

Love, Wanda

Keeping the Faith,
Angie

© The Knightly News 2012


Musings From February~The Steadfast Anchor

If you have any familiarity with trees at all…you recognize this shedding trunk.

If you have any imagination at all (as Anne of Green Gables might say), you will see that the frail, even crispy slices of this tree resembles the fragile dollar bill. Yes. You heard me right.

Actually for two little girls, who had never even held a dollar bill, these pieces of crepe myrtle tree trunk fit the bill for us playing “store keepers”, selling watermelons by the road side at our grandmother’s house in the summer. To be more precise, it was “Mamo’s house”.

The road was the very old fashioned kind. (Just as everything else in those days.)  Simple sand and clay mixture. Just plain dirt. As we stood in the shade of the crepe myrtle tree, the idea of using the curling, pieces of tree bark as paper money seemed ideal to the two little girls under the age of 6.

Very few cars passed by, but that really didn’t matter. Wanda and I had fun just playing in the yard.

Outside, near the kitchen window, Mamo had a very primitive old wooden bench. The bench was quickly transformed every time we came to visit into a cook top for Wanda and me. We cooked in a tin can with water, everything from flower petals to fresh grass clippings, adding a little dirt as a substitute for salt and pepper for taste.

No, we did not “really” taste it…we just imagined it. Drawing imaginary houses in the dirt with a stick, we imagined that our houses were large and that we lived close to one another.

As adults, only parts of the childhood dreams came true.

While our houses were not large, we finally were able to live near one another for about 3 years, ending February 12, 2008.   I enjoyed the ability to be at her house within 5 minutes if needed, but the talking on the phone was a constant.

Everyday at work and every almost afternoon while going home, Wanda called both me and Aimee.

It’s sweet and funny how our conversations always wound up to one big question. Almost every single day. “What are you cooking for supper?”

Sharing recipes and ideas for organizing was a constant topic of conversation between us girls. It was these sweet memories that traipsed around in our heads and hearts as the days went by.

At Christmas in 2007, which in my mind seems like just a few weeks ago, Wanda’s skin coloring was not good and her breathing was labored. I looked at her when they came into our house for our Christmas Eve Family Supper, and without the medical training my sister, Aimee has I knew there was something very wrong. Wanda had oxygen at home to assist her, even had a portable tank, but she didn’t want to be treated as if she was having problems. She wanted to be normal. And be treated normal. No extra attention. An oxygen tank would cause others to treat her “special”. Wanda didn’t want that.

After supper we had prayer and sharing, as is our tradition. We prayed long for Wanda. Mother stood before us and described the feelings and prayers that the LORD had woke her with in the wee hours of several mornings in the past few days.

“Family, you will need to be on your knees more than you ever have before, if you intend to make it in these last days. We will face things harder than we’ve ever faced. It will take prayer.   But family, the LORD reminded me to anchor to HIM—the Anchor holds.”

those words rang over and over in my heart and mind for many days. Still they do almost weekly.

The Anchor holds.

I soon realized the truth in her words. About the Anchor.

We all did.

As life for us changed on February 12, 2008, our God did not change.  His promises that we had read all of our lives, became our life line. 

The TRUTH held us fast.

I don’t know what you are struggling with today, but let me assure you that the Anchor of Christ held us, and He will hold you….no matter what you are facing.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight. 
Proverbs 3:5-6

© The Knightly News 2012


Summer Heat and School Daze

As the heat of the month of August continues, we are reminded of how MUCH we love winter…right?

Well, at least I am reminded of this glorious fact. As well as the fact that I STILL believe that I would LOVE to live in a climate that primarily has very cool days and even cooler nights. Uhm…I’m thinking Canada? I used to think Alaska, but then I remembered all those months of “dark”…and I’m not a fan of complete dark. I like the sunlight. But then all those months of complete daylight would also be rough…

With thoughts of August, come thoughts of school.  This blog is especially for the parents of children of all ages.

Parents, your children are about to return to school, and while you are jumping up and down (I trust not in FRONT of said children) at the prospect of your grocery bill and electric bill going down just a bit and the house to return to some form of quiet–may I just share my heart for a minute?

Those precious ones that have been entrusted to your care by our Father need your prayers.  Daily.  I mean, lay your hands on their sweet heads or hold their hands and pray for them…daily.  Don’t let them leave the protection of your home without a prayer covering.  I’m serious. 

You are the one the God gave the instructions to “train up your child”…not the school system.  While the school system does it’s job of teaching some things, there are critical things that the “system” just won’t teach your child.  You are the one who should deliver on the training of moral standards; manners; ethics; faith, value of friends and family; right vs. wrong; life and death; healthy living; and I could go on and on but you’d  turn the page.

My point is this:  You have one chance.  Don’t blow it. 

You have one opportunity to show them the right thing to do at the right time.  They watch your every move.  They see you watch things on TV–and they learn “when I get a certain age, it will be okay to watch whatever my parents watch”.  They hear you mock someone, or fuss about something, or become critical in certain situations—constantly, and there you go–a little “mini-you”. 

Believe me–I know this one.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen “me” reflected as if looking in a mirror–while watching my daughters with their children.  And I pray daily that they don’t make the same mistakes I did—by not being as consistent as I should have–among many other things.  It takes more than reading a book on parenting.  It takes “living a Book”–living a life pleasing to God.

The times in which you are raising your family is so much tougher than when we brought our first little one home from the hospital.  I was scared then–that I couldn’t do it…but we prayed–we struggled through some of the “life events”–and came out on the other side!  Not with any gold medals–but with two daughters who were taught right from wrong–and knew what it meant when their daddy’s eyes got big and serious (they called it his mean eyes).  They know the value of faith.  And how BIG God really is.  (As much as our finite minds can comprehend.)  Did they always do what we trained or taught them to do?  No.  But we knew they were taught the right way–the choosing of the “way” became up to them at a certain age–but prayer–is constant.  Don’t ever stop praying. 

If we could see–with our natural eye, the evil lurking in the spritual–we would wear our knees out in prayer!  PRAY.

Let’s concentrate on being the godly role models our children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews need.  They are watching.  Everything.  Trust me–nothing gets by these baby-blues.

© The Knightly News 2007-2011


Safe Travels

Thankfully, my brother, Jeff (yes, same name as my dear husband), arrived safe and sound from Japan. We enjoyed some family time at mother’s before he heads back home.

Home is wherever you need it to be–and for him, since his darling family is in Japan, then that is where home is.

Travel home safe brother. We love you dearly and will miss you!

(Why do our eyes almost shut when we smile??–it’s a family trait.  May not like it….but we are all stuck with it.)

© The Knightly News 2007-2011

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