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WHAT ABOUT MY SHEEP?

I can’t get away from that question. It’s easy when someone in our immediate family needs something. When my grandson needed me even a man with a gun could not stop me from rescuing him, but what about the sheep.

In the last blog I realized I said the two men were shooting the sheep, they were loading live sheep also, and there were dead and alive sheep on the train. (Sorry).

I shared this dream with our Young Adult Class last night.

One question asked was, “where was the train going?” If you remember the train is what the enemy working so hard to fill. The train is on its way to Hell, (no need to try to sugar coat it, I think we have tried to sugar coat long enough).

I wonder how many are on that train because of me? I told my class some time ago and again last night, “I am afraid when I stand before God I am going to be sorrier for the things I didn’t do than the things I did.”

Matthew 25:42-45 “For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:  I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.  Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?  Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.” (KJV)

How many are on that train that I could have rescued?

All the “could haves, should haves, and would haves, aren’t so important now.

I think the more important question is— “how many are on that train today that I can rescue?” Yesterday is gone, the opportunity you had yesterday, last week, and last year is gone. As the old saying don’t cry over spilled milk. 

So you messed up. 

You missed the opportunity.

Don’t wallow around in it. Get up—dust off your pants, shake the dust from your feet and learn from it and don’t let it happen again.

Today is a new day. Take a deep breath.   Come on breathe in real big.  Now breathe out.

God gives you the breath of life, he woke you up this morning and gave you another day of life, don’t waste it.

How many lives will we affect today? I pray we affect them in a positive way.  Someone needs to hear a kind word—someone needs someone to listen to them.  Someone needs to hear,  “I love you”.  And there is someone who only needs to see your smile!

WHAT ABOUT HIS SHEEP?     Lead them.       Show them where LIFE can be found.

© Jeff W. Knight—The Knightly News—Giving Him All.  All rights reserved.

I looked out my window and saw a 6 point buck walking across the front yard and into the woods; I grabbed a bow and arrows and quickly ran after him.

As I entered the woods I saw him some 20 yards away, and realized all I had on was my boxers shorts and a T-shirt, but my attention was on the buck so I took my bow (which seemed so small for some reason), and as I put my arrow in I realized my arrow was so short I couldn’t pull back the bow string.

All of a sudden, as if the woods opened up, I saw houses and businesses all around. I quickly ran back into the woods for cover, not wanting any one to see me in my boxers. I headed back to the safety of my house, but as I exited I could see my house and my grandson playing in the yard.  

As I got closer to the yard I saw sheep walking toward me, they were laughing at me in my boxers, my little bow and my short arrows.

As the sheep passed me I turned to see where they were going, and out of nowhere a vehicle as long as a train pulled up and starting shooting the sheep and loading them into the train, I ran for the house to safety but once inside I realized—where is my grandson?   

I looked out the window and saw the men putting him in the train. Without hesitation I ran after the train, I finally got it stopped, I snatch open the door and pull the driver out and slammed him onto the ground, he shatters like glass. 

I start to climb into the train and realize the other man has a gun; I quickly retreat, but then think about my grandson and climb back up—pulling the man with the gun out and slam him to the ground. He shatters like glass just as the first man.  I get my grandson out of the train and start for home.

I woke up and thought what a crazy dream, and went back to sleep.

The next morning I did my usual routine, brush my teeth, made coffee, read my devotion and prayed.

I began to think about Sunday’s service, the anointing was so strong and powerful, the preaching was the best I ever heard Pastor Dallas preach. It was the best because it was for me.   It was if God had a talked with Pastor Dallas and told him all about me.

While reflecting on Sunday’s services, the Holy Spirit reminded me of the dream last night.  I first though how crazy it was, and the Spirit spoke to my heart and said, “it was for you”. My first response was, “WHAT??”  “I don’t even know what that dream means”.

The Spirit spoke so soft to my heart, “Do you want to know?”

I began to pray and to seek what the Lord was trying to say, and all day long he revealed small pieces at a time as though I couldn’t handle it all at one time.

• The 6 point buck was a distraction. You get up you read, you pray, you go about your day and are so easily distracted by the things the enemy puts before you.
• You’re in T shirt and boxers because you don’t put on the whole armor of God.
• The little bow is how much you really read Gods word.
• The short arrows are your Prayer life.
• The Sheep are the people you pass by every day.
• The two men are the enemy that leads so many astray, some even to death.
• The train is what the enemy is working so hard to fill.
• The driver is the obstacle you face and overcome every day.
• The man with the gun is the obstacles you are afraid to face.
• You overcome the fear when your grandson is involved.

BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SHEEP?

Thank YOU Jeff for such an amazing—timely message!

Let us all realize what is going on in our lives—and get a grip on the altar as never before!

© Jeff W. Knight—Angie Knight, 2011 The Knightly News-Giving Him All.  All rights reserved.

I can’t seem to get past the thought of “this is your moment”, what are you going to do? I keep reflecting on that morning on the porch, up in the mountains. Though now, there seems to be more to it than I first thought.

Thank you all for listening in! (Angie warned me that when I write about something…I should expect a test in that very area—but I had to share it—it was what was on my heart—be blessed!)

Jeff’s First Post! I was going to wait until March…because I thought he needed extra time…but hey! He wrote this one out for me this morning! Without further ado….here ya go!

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Have you ever been asked to do something you are not sure you can do? I just hate to say no. But in my mind, I am thinking: “Me? Write a blog? I don’t even read that much! I can’t spell and you want me to write?” That was pretty much my response to Angie when she asked me. Then when she showed me her new blog page—I was like—“but I didn’t say I would yet.” But she knows I will.

Well, we are on vacation when I write this out for her to type. In the mountains of North Georgia. We arrived on Saturday afternoon to find an empty gas tank (although it had been ordered a week ago, it had still not been delivered). I go out to the water valve at the road, turn on the valve and water sprays everywhere. A busted line.

My first thoughts were “we are not supposed to be here obviously. Let’s just go home. No gas means no heat. No hot water. When I was a young boy, I can remember warming water in the fireplace, actually, the fireplace not only was our water heater—it was also our only source of heat.

But—the fireplace here—has ‘gas logs’. So, I call the homeowner to get the phone numbers to the gas company and the water company. Long story short, we had gas delivered late Saturday afternoon. Shortly thereafter, the water company sent someone out and repaired the valve and line at the road.

“Finally! We have water!” With a turn of the valve the meter starts running, but no water in the house. Unless you count the water spraying from a busted line in the ceiling above the laundry room.

Well, my thoughts again are, “we are just not supposed to be here this week.” But, I know I can fix this problem. So, with a trip to Lowe’s and a couple of hours later, I am sitting in a hot bath in a warm house. The lost 4 to 6 hours were not really that big of a deal.

How many times do we take life’s small problems and make a mountain out of them. As I am praying this morning, mountains are exactly what I am looking at right now. As I begin thanking God for this beautiful morning, the Spirit speaks to my heart.

“No one will ever experience what you are at this very moment.” Oh, people will sit in this same rocker on this same porch, looking at these same mountains, enjoying the same view, but they will not see the same thing. The fog in the valley will never be exactly the same again. The clouds, the rising sun, even the birds singing in the trees—their song will not sound the same way it does to me today.

And I will not be exactly the same again, for God reminded me “I can do all things through Him.” He reminded me to be still and listen and know that He is God and He is Lord of my life. I encourage you today, put Him in first place today. Allow Him to be Lord of all in your life. In all you do.

Thanks for listening!

Oh, I cannot end this post without saying thank you to an awesome family here in Georgia! Angie and I met one of her blogging friends and her family for lunch on Sunday. Scott and Lori and their “people”—thank you guys for a great lunch and a great time. I know this old man didn’t say a lot (never do), but you blessed my heart. What a beautiful and loving family you guys are! Thank you!