Category Archives: Mission Trip

Pray As Never Before

This morning when I opened the back door to Let Gracie out, I inhaled deeply.

The air had a slight fogginess to it. Not as much as earlier in the week–but there it sat, misting on the property boundary. Like it had already been up at the house and was excusing itself before the sun brightened the day. It was cloudy though, so not much chance of seeing sunshine today.

As I inhaled, a familiar smell teased my nose: outdoor cooking, old wood burning, possibly, a distant field from days ago finally filtered down to our area, and I smiled.

Bolivia. That was my first thought. I stuck my head back inside to where I could see Jeff as I said –“Hey, it smells like Bolivia this morning”.

I know we live and work here. We both love our jobs, who we work with, and what we do. But we also have a purpose and goals to see more –young and elderly alike, experience their first mission trip.

Focus Forward Ministries, Inc. has a heart that wants to encourage others to get out of their comfort zone and help their neighbor….the one who lives an eight hour plane ride away. Focus Forward is blessed to currently be working in three countries: Bolivia, Jamaica, and Uganda.

Still though, my heart sees pieces of Bolivia in my mind often throughout any given week. So the smell this morning really gave me a hunger for our friends and family there. (If our Bolivia family are reading this–please know you are all thought about so much every week!).

From the very first trip I took, it has always been about the children. Yes, we build churches. But for us, our goal has always been to help the next generation find and know Jesus–and it often takes place in the church buildings we help build. We do our best to get involved in the schools surrounding the new church construction. And we return to all our other schools every year. We have always sought God for the place and time to do what He has called us to do.

Lately, I’ve been seeing the most horrifying and heart rending scenes on social media regarding children.

The exploitation and mind altering to cause children to want to alter their bodies–the devil is at work. Society tells them they can be a boy if they want–or a girl if they’d rather. I told a grandson today as we were discussing some of the evils this generation is seeing–that these people who were manipulating children’s minds would burn. The physicians doing such would also–I’m only judging by what I’m seeing and hearing.

I remember the shock and sadness that overwhelmed me the first time I saw a beautiful little girl who looked to be about five years old, dressed up in ruffles of taffeta, similar to a type of costume worn generally in parades in Bolivia, dancing on the sidewalk. With her CD player, she was dancing and appeared to be completely alone. But her “owner” was within eyesight I am quite certain. She was there to collect money. She danced for whoever would give her coins to clink in the can that sat on the sidewalk. Even better if the money folded.

I looked around in anger. Honestly–at that point I had never in my life seen such a thing –had heard about it but never witnessed the exploitation of a child before. The missionary leading us that day (2011) described to us what was going on and urged us to walk on by and not pause. I remember there was sadness in the eyes of the little girl. She wasn’t holding a doll and playing in her yard–she was dancing a provocative dance to allure the attraction of whoever was willing to watch and pay. Sick.

We are right there. In America, we can no longer hold our head up and say, “not here, buddy”!

It is here! It has been for many years–it’s just more out in the open now without regard to others–shameless disregard for the innocence of the children.

In my kitchen window I have four little glass votives. I light them sometimes to highlight what is going on in the early morning at our house. They are almost burned down, but easily replaceable. Our prayers are just like these little candles. Giving a light in the darkness of this world and we have got to make sure the prayers continue. When we see the light running low–the call to action is to be ready with the next candle to light. We need to pray while we can. We need to go while we can. We need to speak and share and sow the seeds of the Gospel, while we can. The day is coming when we won’t have the privilege to do all the things with the freedoms we have so enjoyed in America.

Friend, I don’t know what kind of reminder you need in your life to pray–but we have eleven precious grandchildren from age 21 down to 3–and they are reminders enough for me that this world is shaking up in such a way it should keep us in our prayer closets. They are the generation that will experience this last day revival- Let us pray it down on them–let us be ready to experience it ourselves! Let us live by example the readiness of heart and spirit to go to the ends of the earth if God calls–to share the Gospel with those who have never heard.


Five New Missionaries

First Assembly of God, Sneads, Florida

This team. Oh my goodness. If I had a dollar for every time I laughed, I would have come home a millionaire. (Maybe not quite a millionaire, but close.) This group of excited travelers were the BEST group we have ever hosted. I know. I say that each time–but this time…truly. Can you pick out the five NEW ONES?? They soon became favorites of all of us! (What happens on the mission field-stays on the mission field–right Ms. Jessie? Ms. Wanda? )

The tests and trials to get each of them to where they were standing on the day we left, was nothing short of miraculous for all. Our youngest team member, who had felt the call to go years before, had saved her money for the 2019 trip and then we had to cancel. 2020 brought all mission projects of ours to a stand-still. 2021, we began to see light at the end of the c*v1d tunnel. In 2020, when “Pajama Church” was in full swing, I sought God about how this would all effect missions.

Once people began to come back to church, the effects of c*^|d had injured the church body. Not just because of the deaths that had occurred, but because it seemed to have made a viral impact in attendance. Many churches suffered great loss of lives. Not just here…but all over the world. We heard from our pastor friends in Bolivia….same.

Fear had slithered in and set up a class room. People began to fear “gathering” as a body of believers. However, once the doors were fully open, masks made optional, those who could- began to come back to the house of God. There is strength found in gathering as one.

In all that strength, I saw in so many, and felt in my own life, the hunger to get out and do more than ever before -while we can- for the work of the kingdom of God. The trip was on!

We had the opportunity to visit some new schools, as well as return to our favorites, share the Gospel, play games and love on everyone. The number of kids and adults for the week was well over 2000. April Pettis, (our crusade pastor) with Chase Curti (crusade team leader, and secretary/treasurer of Focus Forward Ministries, Inc.), and our crusade team were the recipients of hundreds of hugs in those four days and new souls were committed to Christ as each message ended with an opportunity to invite Jesus to be Lord of their lives. *Enter crocodile tears*. I get emotional when I see those hands go up. When I know that no matter what the next day brings for these, they made a commitment to serve a God who will be with them no matter what.

For the FIRST time, I didn’t carry the camera! A new little missionary friend of mine did; Autumn Howell. She snapped pictures of everyone and soaked in every single minute of the sweet days filled with precious people!

Autumn Howell and her new friends–The next two pictures came from her. Thank you Autumn for sharing!
We are so thankful for our home church–always supporting us in prayer!
A little demonstration for the game ūüėČ

If you’ve ever “thought” you would like to go on a mission trip…we are going again end of May- or first of June of 2023, if God is willing. We are so excited about what God is doing!

Contact Jeff, Chase, Floyd or myself. We love and appreciate ALL the prayers!

¬© Angie Knight 2022.  All rights reserved. 

Photography © Angie Knight and Autumn Howell (used with permission)

Our Summer Newsletter: 3 Teams+3 Days=God Glorified!

If I had to imagine what this group could accomplish in 3 days time, I would have come up short. But we know what NEEDS to get done will get done. Because God is leading the way.

This was an amazing group.

We were thrilled to host Evangel Worship Center from Marianna, Florida and God did not fail at performing the unprecedented for this amazing group. Beginning with the airport!

The doctors bags were NOT searched. That is unprecedented . For any of the teams we’ve ever brought, since 2011, the airport issues have always given me hives (not really, but inside my gut that’s the feeling I always get).

Evangel brought 3 groups: Medical; Construction; and Crusade teams. They all worked so well together–harmony and the love of God was felt wherever they were!

The school was blessed by the supplies many of YOU donated money for–thank YOU. You will never know (unless you come and see for yourself) the impact those supplies make in the work and teaching that happens at the schools.

When we asked for donations, many of you gave! When Jeff and I, along with Nancy, a dear friend from Bolivia, went shopping for them. I kind of expected much lower prices than back home. But no. She took us to 4 different market (very low priced) stores and they were priced so close to what it is at home for many of the things, it made me wonder how the parents afford to send supplies with their kids…in short; they don’t. So this is a triple portion blessing, the parents, the students and the teachers. And our prayer for each of you who gave, to be triple blessed!! I know you didn’t do it for the blessing, but you cannot out give our Father!

I am going to be transparent with this next thing; I’ve been super homesick. So much so, that I clung to these with such joy and gratitude for them giving up of their vacation time to come and serve the beautiful people of Bolivia–my heart weeps again at their hearts of service. You really should have seen them in action.

The team stayed at the campomento that belongs to the church we attend and they all seemed to really enjoy the freedom that afforded them to walk the grounds to pray or explore in safety.

Each morning began super early as Pastor LaVon and his wife Brenda cooked breakfast with Kenny and Debbie helping–of course Jeff was right in there, not wanting to miss a moment with them. I, on the other hand, slept a little later. (I think Jeff’s clock is always set for 4:00 am) Pre-cancer, I could have jumped up and been ready to go, as I had when I helped (my super-chef-friend, Donece) one summer in our camp kitchen, but unfortunately I can’t do that anymore. I try and not beat myself up over it, but sometimes I just do. Then I remind myself, I can do what I can do and I am GRATEFUL to be able to do it!

I want to share some pictures of the amazing team at work. Unfortunately this is the first year I didn’t get the construction team in action! BUT, I can tell you they installed 40 fans in the cabins in 3 days. EWC paid for them, the construction team installed them, and the hundreds of people that will stay in these rooms from this point on will sleep more comfortably in the summer (November – April) months. These guys were amazing. I do have a picture of Jeff, Brad, Larry and Tim walking, exploring the possibilities of another project at a school that is need of a bathroom.


Jeff took them on a visit to the local hardware street.


The “walk-about”.

The last pictures I want to leave you with are of the medical and crusade teams. I cannot express enough how blessed we feel to have hosted this group as our first team as MA’s here in Bolivia. We hope for more.

The Crusade Team

Pastor LaVon and Brenda Pettis

There’s no way to give you the smells and sounds they experienced:

  • The smell of the garbage that littered every single roadway.
  • The sounds of the rooster crowing every single morning.
  • The sight of the children that are placed on street corners to beg…

But I pray those smells, sights and sounds will long remain embedded in their hearts.

Thank you Evangel. The impact you have made in the people (your new friends) of Bolivia will be told across the corridors of eternity! You have made a difference in, not only their lives, but ours as well. THIS is what we came here for. To help others know the love of Christ through the sacrifices made by those who would hear the call of the Father, “Go therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:19-20 hcsb

Praying Beyond Ourselves

I see his face often. ¬†Not just because his sleeping form was captured on a trip in 2011….but because I believe I’m supposed to be praying for him.

There’s another dear lady praying too. ¬†Mrs. Pearline Snell.¬†

She bought printed copy of my photograph when her church had a mission banquet and his picture was on her table.  

And every morning she prayed for someone…
anyone …
to share with him about Jesus Christ. ¬†The One who came to seek and save all of us…who were lost. ¬†

Millions still are.

It’s up to us to do His seeking–He did commission us after all. ¬†Remember? ¬†

And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying,¬†‚ÄúAll authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.¬†¬†Go therefore¬†and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,¬†¬†teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always,¬†even¬†to the end of the age.‚ÄĚ Amen.

What are we actively doing about the lost? ¬†I hang my head with shame at the lost years–I did nothing. ¬†

World Missions was not on my brain.  Neither was my closest neighbor.

It’s sad that here I am at almost 54–and now I urgently feel compelled to sell all I have and go. ¬†

It’s sad only because it took me so long to pray beyond my own self. ¬†But it’s good that I finally woke up.

When I first saw this man and took his picture–he was sleeping. ¬†My artist friend, ¬†+Betty Shoopman¬†¬†painted the most amazing gallery size portrait. ¬†It’s huge. ¬†The tag on it when I stood underneath it at¬†Quayside Art Gallery, was $4000. ¬†I wasn’t taken aback–it was an absolutely AMAZING painting. ¬†It captured the attention of every single individual that came in the gallery. ¬†People would stand and stare…mesmerized¬†by the image on canvas. ¬†“Who Do You Say That I Am?” was the title of her painting. ¬†

This man was a nameless, homeless soul…waiting to be found. ¬†That’s what captured me about his image leaning against the brick wall-sleeping in the sunshine.

Just like you and me. ¬†His status in society means nothing. ¬†The fact he has no home–nothing.

I had a prayer in 2014 when we returned to Bolivia. ¬†That I would be able to speak to this man–unknown to me….about One who gave His Life for him to be saved. ¬†
I wanted to tell him about his painting that hung in a gallery with a price tag of $4000, but that he was worth so much more.

So every day I looked.  I searched the faces of people walking, selling, sitting and standing.  I looked into the eyes of everyone I passed hoping to catch a glimpse of this man.

My day and opportunity came. ¬†I was more nervous than I have ever been before getting up to speak in a church! ¬†My butterflies had had babies and they were fluttering to get out. ¬†I think I even woke that morning feeling that “today” might be the day. ¬†I had no idea…

As my translator, her fiance and I returned to the village around lunch, they treated me to a filling meal at a local sandwich place–we have the same ones here in USA, but the meat there was a tad bit different ūüôā

We ate and I had previously shared my story. ¬†I took my matted print copy of Betty’s original painting from my bag–I had carried it everyday in hopes of seeing him, and showed it to them. ¬†They were amazed, but couldn’t recall seeing him before.

After our meal, Daniel had half of his foot long sandwich left, an unopened bag of chips and a bottle of water. ¬†As we were driving back to the hotel I spotted him. ¬†I felt the excitement stir as never before. ¬†I mean this was seeing a prayer come to pass before it actually arrives at your doorstep…. All the “are you crazy”? thoughts came tumbling to my head–I pushed them aside with the thought–what if today is meant to be HIS DAY? ¬†What if God brought me all the way from Florida to Bolivia with this one job…to bring Christ to this man…

I felt like my feet weren’t even touching the ground. ¬†As we approached him, I smelled him. ¬†I knew I was about to have nostrils full of a very recognizable stench. ¬†The cardboard sign holding men on the corners at the intersections and at the Walmart parking lot don’t have this smell. ¬†I think the majority of them are out for what they can get from you. ¬†But this man….he was holding no sign. ¬†If anything, his expression was a sign. ¬†Do not enter.

I ignored it.

I squatted down with Daniel and started speaking and Daniel translated. ¬†I told him when I first saw him–how God had used him in my life and others. ¬†I told him that God had answered my prayer in letting me find him today–and that I had been praying for him to know the Jesus that died on the cross. ¬†I told him about the picture, the painting, my friend who prayed–and this was before I knew that that very morning, as with every single morning for more than a year, Mrs. Pearline Snell had prayed that prayer–for God to send someone to share Christ with him. ¬†Today was his day.

I felt from the fact that he wouldn’t look in my direction that I needed to let Daniel do all the talking. ¬†I just began talking to Daniel. ¬†Soon I stood up and asked Fabyata, “what what Daniel saying”?

She said he’s telling him about Jesus–the plan of salvation. ¬†I quickly asked Fabyata, does he even know who Jesus is? ¬†

The man uttered something to Daniel and I asked Fabyata what he said. ¬†“I know who Jesus is” was his reply. ¬†Without emotion.

Then I remembered, every single time I had seen him he had been around this church. ¬†How could he not know? ¬†Perhaps he heard? ¬†Perhaps the singing reached his ears… then I realized– I wasn’t sure what kind of songs they sang at the particular church that he was leaning against. ¬†Maybe none.

I felt pretty confident–they didn’t sing Jesus Loves Me…for this religion was more about Mary–than God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. ¬† My heart broke that I couldn’t communicate with him personally and tell him in “Angie words”…. but perhaps…this was best.

Daniel offered him his food. ¬†It took some doing–this man without a home–and without a cardboard sign–he was no beggar. ¬†He finally and reluctantly took the food offered but would not accept the 5 x 7 picture I offered with extended hand. ¬†He told Daniel something to tell me– “keep it to remember me by”.

As if.  

As if I would ever forget my first encounter–the prayers prayed–or this day. ¬†No, friend. ¬†I would not forget you. ¬†I will talk about this day–and about you –to anyone who will listen. ¬†

And Betty gave me on loan, the painting to share this story when we are invited to go speak as we begin our own missionary journey.  

On our way to church–after meeting Denny and Betty to accept the painting– we thought that the church we were attending that night for their special mission service might like to have it displayed–just to represent a place that several of their men had gone with us…the deacon I called was very glad to display it. ¬†After being seated, the pastor came and asked would I share a bit about the painting…wow. ¬†First opportunity–and I couldn’t possibly share it all. ¬†But I said yes… actually, Jeff said “yes she will” for me. ¬†

As I shared brief points of the story, I saw a woman out of the corner of my eye, wiping her eyes. ¬†After the service I was able to speak with her and her story you now know– it was an every-single-morning prayer she prayed. ¬†In faith. ¬†Believing that one day–God would send someone to him. ¬†And–God did. ¬†Me.

God answered Pearline’s prayer–and He answered mine…and used me.

I didn’t get the “response” I had hoped for–my hope was to lead him in the sinners prayer…but as I left, still feeling the flutter of the butterflies, I confessed my feelings to Fabyata. ¬†Her response to me was, “You did your job. ¬†You did what you were supposed to do”.

She was right. ¬†God has a plan already set in motion. ¬†Perhaps I will still play a part–but if not, I am okay with that. ¬†I know there are others who are now praying for his salvation. ¬†He has been brought to the attention of the artist when she painted him–and The Artist who created him, never lets him out of His sight.

Now, when I see him in my mind–I know what to do. ¬†Pray. ¬†He’s not forgotten–by God, nor us. ¬†He has become known to us as “Angie’s Bolivian Man”. ¬†When Jeff traveled to Bolivia in December of 2013 without me– he spied him on the side of the church one night coming back into the city. ¬†He called me–with excitement said, “I just saw your Bolivian Man”. ¬†My heart leapt –praying, hoping for the day I actually experienced in 2014.

From 2011 to 2015–God has been stirring our hearts for Bolivia, and not just because of this man. ¬†But because of the millions who don’t know. ¬†Not just Bolivia–but to the uttermost –furtherest place where people dwell. ¬†They are lost….they need to know.

Pray.  Beyond yourself.

(The original painting is not pictured here–but is available to travel for weekend services)

© 2015 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.  Photography copyright protected.  All rights reserved.

What Ruined My Life

This is a letter to all the girls like Lacy Ridley and +Tiffany Stuart  out there.

Dear Lacy and Tiffany,

Both of you are about to be ruined.

For life.

Lacy, in just 33 days and some odd number of hours, your feet will land on foreign soil    Tiffany, while yours is just a few weeks beyond our own departure, I want to prepare you both.


Every face will hold an expression–some filled with joy…some harder to determine. ¬†Mistrust for sure because of the pain suffered at the hard task master called “life”.

Tiffany, with each click of your camera–you will capture a glimpse into a heart. ¬†Then, you will later gaze back into those eyes and wonder what they were thinking about you. ¬†You, with your bright and ready smile, tender heart and head full of blonde hair–they will look at your eyes and wonder why yours are filled with water…and why that water spills over.

My first trip ruined me for anything and everything else.

For months I couldn’t shop–and wondered why in the world other people were shopping…what could they possibly need. ¬†I cleaned out my closet almost weekly and found, every-single-time, more to give away.

And I cried for lives that I knew lived in hardships that were none of their choosing. ¬†They didn’t choose to walk off of a job and stand in a welfare line. ¬†Jobs are scarce and there is no welfare.

My mind is continually filled with “what more can I do”. ¬†I want to do more. ¬†I lay awake at night and ask God to fill my dreams and my sleep with His plans and show me something that I can learn to do–or something that I can say that will help–in some way. ¬†Somehow.

It’s hard to take enough things to give away–and dangerous too. ¬†Your heart will break the second ¬†you hand your last piece of candy to the dirty outstretched fingers–and you will look beyond those eyes and see dozens more coming….wanting….waiting…

But do take candy. ¬†It’s a sweet gift and don’t often get something wrapped up tight in colorful paper.

Expect to be affected. ¬†By the sounds-sights-and smells. ¬†Some sights will delight….and some sights will bring tears.

There were time it seems when I walked, I felt myself praying with every single step.  And sometimes I could hardly think clearly.

Your first mission trip will likely be the most emotionally draining experience you will ever encounter.  But it will be the emotionally and spiritually best feeling ever as well.

Expect to go to bed each night exhausted–and try and make your mind shut down and sleep.

Journal everything. ¬†I mean take your journal and write down everything you can while you are traveling–because you will forget some things, even though you tell yourself you won’t.

When you come home and tell your heart wrenching stories, some will weep with ¬†you–and others will look at your with kind wonder–but they won’t understand your passion. ¬†And I learned that’s okay. ¬†It’s my passion. ¬†Not theirs.

Everyone is not expected to go on the foreign mission field…but everyone is expected to be involved in missions…in other ways.

Tell your stories.  To anyone who will listen-you never know how your story will inspire someone else to dream big, take a leap of faith, believe God for big things in their own lives.

This was written for my new friend Lacy Ridley, but also for my dear precious friend, Tiffany Stuart who is about to realize her dream…and it will be amazing!

This is also written for all the others out there who, as yet have been afraid to dream. ¬†You don’t need to be afraid…you need to believe.

You can make a difference. ¬†This trip will make a difference…

But be warned….it will ruin you.

It ruined me.

© 2015 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

Blessed are WE

Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.  Matthew 5:8

Every year we travel to Bolivia to work with a great team.  For one week, people use their vacation days to serve others.  The other 51 weeks of the year, they serve here.  In these United States.  On their jobs, in their communities, their churches, and often in an area outside of a 100 mile radius.  

And we see God. ¬†We see God in the “pure in heart” of those who live every single day–a bit different than we. ¬†It’s slower. ¬†There is no rush to the mall. ¬†No rush to the market. ¬†No rush to buy.

They walk. ¬†They live. ¬†They listen. ¬†They work. ¬†They smile and laugh. ¬†They overflow. ¬†With the bounty that God has blessed them with…

We learn from them–every-time-we-go.

Pureheartedness. ¬†Is there such a word? ¬†If not, let’s make one.

The children showed us theirs, as well as the adults at the church.   Purity of heart.  

More than one nationality working together in a tiny, barely ventilated kitchen-without any of the modern conveniences… I captured pureheartedness at it’s ripest.

I was unsure of her age–probably as much as she was of mine. ¬†I didn’t ask her age–but her name was Christina and she was beautiful and her heart was full of beauty. ¬†She was a taxi driver. ¬†She had taken a week off from her job so that she could work at the church the week we were there–she worked both in the kitchen and with the construction team. ¬†She begged me to go to her house–and I would have loved to–but I had to explain (through our translator) that I couldn’t leave our team. ¬†Her face momentarily reflected her disappointment, but quickly wreathed again in smiles, ma√Īana”. ¬†Tomorrow.

But, I knew that tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to either. ¬†Tomorrow, I would be at the children’s crusade in Don Lorenzo.

I learned from them not to live in the daily disappointments–but to live in the blessings of each moment–of each day. ¬†

Nothing wasted.  

All is relished.  


The pace in which Jesus and His disciples traveled and ministered is the same pace they live every day.  Not to miss an opportunity.

We begin to wonder a bit when we don’t hear back from our dear friends there–but then we each remind the other of where they are-and how they live. ¬†They are relishing a blessing. ¬†Living in every moment of the day-not skipping ahead to the cake, but savoring the frosting.

Blessed are we –who get to participate in their lives, even for one week. ¬†Blessed are those who take their vacation time to do the same…they come away with much more than a stamp in their passport-and a few¬†souvenirs. They come away with a new perspective on life. ¬†On the blessing that are truly valuable. ¬†And it changes them.

And their pen is poised at the ready–to sign up again. ¬†Even before we announce the dates, or the location. ¬†“Sign me up!” are three words I have heard over and over since our return.

Blessed are YOU who gave so that others could go. ¬†Your gift of money–or school supplies changed more than those we blessed–but it changed each person who participated.

It was Melanie’s birthday. ¬†And…it just so happened that I had a gift for a little child. ¬†I’m always on the look out for things to give–and I had ordered a book that taught a child some English words–I had intended to give it to someone for their baby–to learn Spanish–but I never got around to it–so when I saw it on my shelf at home, I grabbed it up and tucked it in with my clothes. ¬†Melanie turned four. ¬†This little book will help her learn a few words in English–hopefully, when we return, we will know a few more in Spanish!

I was so blessed by God to be able to share with this little child… I think God had this planned all along ūüôā ¬†One of our young ladies from church had donated a bag full of cute, glittery flip-flops. ¬†Melanie received a brand new pair of flip flops that day too! ¬†(This gave me ideas for next year!)

As we plan–and prepare for the “next steps” God has lined up, pray for us and with us. ¬†So that we not miss an opportunity to share His love with the world. ¬†Both here–and there. ¬†

Blessings abound.

© 2014 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

Is it me–or is it Odd?

Kolomoki Mounds Lake

Ok…there are some odd things happening…
Not bad odd…just odd odd.  Yeah, that makes perfect sense.
It‚Äôs the ‚Äúodd‚ÄĚ sort of things that cause me to pause in my thinking, go back and dig in my prayer journal where I record prayers, thoughts, answers, Scriptures‚ÄĒbecause when I backtrack to what I‚Äôve asked Him‚ĶI find that months later, there‚Äôs the answer in front of me‚ÄĒvia Word from God through the Word‚Ķa scene that stares back at me from across the lake, through a message preached‚Ķor through a person– and most always most of those combined.
Side note:¬† I had the BEST surprise this week.¬† A monetary gift from Cindy M. from California to purchase BIBLES to carry to Bolivia! I was thrilled!¬† God is faithful to His promises!¬† If you want to get in on the action or find out what I‚Äôm talking about ‚Äďgo here:¬† Bibles and School Supplies for Bolivia!¬† Side note end.

This is from a past devotion. ¬†I’m not even sure of the date‚ÄĒbut the ‚Äúodd thing‚ÄĚ was I happened on it by accident today‚Ķ I wasn‚Äôt looking‚ĶI promise.
In the words of Oswald Chambers,¬†“Dreaming about a thing in order to do it properly is right; but dreaming about it when we should be doing it is wrong.”

Can I just tell you that on the day I read this one…it hit me square in the eyes. For several reasons.

1) I had missed doing my devotions in my Oswald Chambers book for a few days. I read other things…—but when I picked my book back up, I flipped first to the “day at hand”.

“SMACK”. Right between the eyes.

2) Yes, I had been dreaming. But to put action behind my dreams scared me to death! But still…

My mother always told us, “Actions speak louder than words”. Yes. I know. A mother’s wisdom.

Oswald goes on further,¬†“When we are getting into contact with God in order to find out what He wants, dreaming is right; but when we are inclined to spend our time in dreaming over what we have been told to do, it is a bad thing and God’s blessing is never on it….’neither sit nor stand but go.’ “

It is alright to wait before the Lord to get the instructions‚Ķor the road map—but there are times, when He bids us go–have faith in Him and go—and He directs us step by step.

Wanda’s favorite verse was¬†Psalm 27:14. Wait on the Lord. As you are waiting “before Him”…meaning on your knees, in your prayer closet, or on your face, in your private devotions, He is doing the strengthening. He will be your strength. When you feel you have gone your absolute limit….give it up.¬† To Him. ¬†And when He answers, however He may choose to answer, give Him all the praise.

There is preparation work ahead.¬† It‚Äôs been on my mind‚ÄĒand just last week‚ÄĒthose words were spoken over us and to us by an incredible couple‚ÄĒwho are just as hungry to see God in action as we are.¬† They have long since been acting on His instructions‚Ķ

It’s really odd how things are coming together…For you too? 

 I firmly believe this:
¬†“The end of all things is at hand; therefore¬†be self-controlled and sober-minded¬†for the sake of your prayers.8¬†Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since¬†love covers a multitude of sins.¬†9¬†Show hospitality to one another without grumbling.¬†10¬†As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another,¬†as good stewards of God’s varied grace:11¬†whoever speaks, as one who speaks¬†oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves¬†by the strength that God supplies‚ÄĒin order that in everything¬†God may be glorified through Jesus Christ.¬†To him belong glory and¬†dominion forever and ever. Amen.”¬† (1 Peter 4:7-11 ESV)

Photo:  Kolomoki Mounds State Park © 2013 Angie Knight-All rights reserved.
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Deliberate Commitment

Oswald Chambers wrote:¬† ‚ÄúPersonal contact with Jesus changes everything.¬† Be ‚Äúfoolish‚ÄĚ enough to come and commit yourself to what He says.¬† The attitude necessary for you to come to Him is one where your will has made the determination to let go of everything and deliberately commit it all to Him.‚ÄĚ

I think too often that is where we get hung up.¬† Life has offered us so much‚ÄĒit‚Äôs hard to let go.¬† One minute we think we can‚ÄĒeasily relinquish the goods‚Ķthe next minute there‚Äôs a hesitation.¬† The hesitation become like a freight train at full speed down the track, blowing steam and making headway into our neatly stacked blocks of thoughts and ideas of what our lives should look like at 50‚Ķand 60‚Ķand 70.
But what if at 70, God calls you to step out of your comfort zone and commit more to Him than ever before.¬† What if God asks you to let go of what you‚Äôve always called ‚Äúyours‚Ä̂Ķand give it up.
What if God says, ‚ÄúI have a better plan‚ÄĚ, to the list maker at 25?
What?  Are you kidding me?
But I made a list.  I have all things lined up.  I know when I will graduate, have kids, get married…  I know where I’ll live, why, I’ve already picked out the fence for the back yard that will enclose the dog I don’t yet have…what do you mean LET GO?!
Oswald said, ‚Äúdeliberately commit‚ÄĚ.¬†

Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.  Psalm 37:5

I choose to commit, pledge, entrust all of me to God.¬† For His choosing.¬† I have asked myself, ‚Äúwhat will that look like‚ÄĚ?¬†

Obedience- with joy. 

I am a missionary.¬† I serve where I am‚ÄĒand my heart beats for more.¬† I have felt a stirring for quite some time to ‚Äúcommit‚ÄĚ all I have to Him‚Ķand I do.¬† There is nothing that I own that I would not be ready at a moment‚Äôs notice to relinquish.¬† As a matter of fact, I have given thought (much thought) to having a yard sale at my house and dragging as much as I can live without right now into the yard and putting a price tag on it‚Ķ (What do you want?)
I am certainly not saying you have to do this‚ÄĒjust because I feel it‚Ķ
You alone know what God has in the works for your life‚ÄĒand you likely already know what He will require‚Ķor at least part of what He‚Äôs already put His holy finger on. We need to remember that the things we hold dear‚Ķ are just things‚Ķyet they bind us so much that we feel a chokehold kin to a death grip on our lives.¬†
What‚Äôs the matter with us?¬† We have allowed ‚Äúthings‚ÄĚ to possess us, rather than us possess things.
Jeff and I are the mission pastors at our church‚ÄĒa position we love and are called and committed to.¬† We chose to say, ‚ÄúYes‚ÄĚ to God when He spoke into our hearts and lives.¬† It required some decisions that, although they were difficult, they were necessary.¬†

Dreams aren’t fulfilled without putting on your shoes of commitment and taking deliberate steps and action into the road that leads to the realization of those dreams.

Yesterday, after the workday was complete, I sat in my chair and looked back at some pictures of the past steps that are leading to the fulfillment of our dreams.  I see, on the periphery that God has shifted things around in such a way that I see the dream coming into more of a reality than I did 4 years ago.
Our church hosts at least one missionary each month.¬† There is one way to grow your mission department in your church‚ÄĒhear their voice.¬† It sounds like the voice of our Father.¬† ‚ÄúGo ‚Äďcommit. Feed my sheep.¬† Make disciples.¬† Love them to Me. Build relationships‚Ķand build buildings.‚Ä̬†
I love doing what I do.  I love following God’s voice and heart.  Tears spring hot to my eyes when I think of all the places He has led me and all the words He has spoken into my heart.

Deliberate commitment.

Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. Psalm 37:4-6

I am committed to doing MORE.  Seeing MORE.  Being MORE. Loving HIM MORE.  GROWING MORE LIKE HIM.  Deliberately.
It won’t happen by accident.

© 2014 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

All For The Commission

We recently had our first “annual” color-paint “Running for Souls” 5K race. ¬†What a day.

Carol Rudd supervised and orchestrated the entire event. ¬†(She is an amazing missionary and friend!) ¬†We had a great time meeting each week planning and laying out all the needs and possibilities for the day…then the day came…when the rubber soles of sneakers hit the asphalt pavement for souls in Bolivia.

That’s what we are about. ¬†Bolivia is our current country assignment. ¬†With hope and anticipation, I look for God to add another country assignment soon. ¬†But for now, we are there. ¬†Well, not literally (yet), but in every other sense, we are. ¬†We are working hard this year to raise money to buy Bibles, supplies, bricks to build the church, and will take donations from you in any amount! ¬†$10 will help buy Bibles! ¬†$50 will buy bricks! ¬† ¬†We leave in just a few short months…time is ticking…

¬†We are running…we are golfing…we are having yard sales and facebook sales–some are doing home repairs, barn building, roof laying, you name it and there are those on our team doing it for missions.

All to share Jesus Christ with those who don’t know Him. ¬†All for another soul for the Kingdom of God.

We are active here and there. ¬†Don’t get twisted up thinking this group of people only do foreign missions. ¬†There is a heart for the lost everywhere here amongst us…in us.

¬†It was a colorful day…

Determination ran…

For souls…

 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.  Matthew 28:18-20 KJV

© 2014 Angie Knight- The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

Coffee Anyone?

It COULD be the amount of coffee I’ve had today….

OR, it could be from the message preached last night at Grace by our Associate Pastor, Shane Martin….

OR, it could be the stirring from The Holy Spirit that I have felt for days…even a couple of weeks…

God is changing and rearranging things in my heart and life.

What’s in store??? ¬†He’s not informed me of everything…but just enough to get me so pumped up and excited. ¬†(He–meaning God.)

I sit in my office every day…facing this spectacular picture.

¬†The clock is ticking. ¬†We are running out of time–I don’t want to be found resting–but working toward the goal…toward the prize.

I want my words and actions to lead someone heavenward…not into complacently–or despondency. ¬†

How do we do that?

By feeding first on HIS Word…before we open our mouth full of our words…

Psalms 19:14   Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.

This week I’m going to share a story from the Honduras mission about a man I met–and came to really admire as I watched him and listened to him. ¬†I shared a picture of him in the last post, Mr. Bill Wester.

You don’t want to miss this story–

Video from Cambodia trip 2012. ¬†Watch and continue to pray for the children and families of the “Floating Village”…

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