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The Impact You Make

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Growing a Fence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Muchas gracias mis amigos!  Hasta luego!

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© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.

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


Train Rides, Cow Tongue & Happy Anniversary

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I am a few days late in posting our monthly “update”.  Please forgive.  Our lives have been running non-stop it seems, just as yours has I am sure.

We have had a few new experiences I wanted to tell you about:

  • We took our first train ride to another city.  VERY cheap.  Less than $2 each!  We were able to visit one of the tourist sites there; the Basilica in Cartago, Costa Rica.  If you want to read the history, the construction and the details of what happens even to this day at this site, click the link provided.  It saddened me beyond explanation to discover:    In August the Basilica is the object of extensive pilgrimage and visitation by about 2.5 million believers throughout the country, many of whom join in the celebrated 22-kilometer walk to the basilica during the Romería. Though many people start the pilgrimage from locations all over Costa Rica, some, as a demonstration of their piety, choose to crawl the 22 kilometers on their hands and knees. Excerpt from wikipedia  Think about that for just a minute.
  • Cow tongue.  Yes,  you read that correctly.  Now, some of you readers may have had this before, but not this Northwest Florida girl.  Nope.  That’s one of the several parts of a cow I have always declined even THINKING about ingesting.  However, our friend and fellow missionary, Carolina Sislo cooked two in a crock pot with her special recipe (which she shared with the class in case any of YOU want me to pass the recipe on), and she made cow tongue tacos.  Jeff and I both ate one.  It had a similar taste to pot roast.  I probably won’t run to the store and buy a tongue to cook, BUT if I needed to eat it again, I would.

Tomorrow will be another new experience.  I can’t tell you what it is because Jeff is surprising me.  It’s our 35th anniversary–and we are just going to do something different than the normal fresh market run on Saturday.  I think he has a little cultural visit lined up.  I will let  you know after this weekend! 🙂   (We would celebrate our anniversary if we were home, so I’m thinking language school should be no different!  THIS is a biggie!  35 years!)

There’s one thing I WISH we could do but at this point cannot.  We can’t share pictures of all the amazing work God has led us to do….there are no bricks being laid….no children’s crusades going on….it’s just us.  Day after day, getting up, going to classes, listening hard, writing in a language we are trying with everything in us to comprehend.  We come home from classes and Jeff usually takes a long walk–sometimes we go together, sometimes I snag a fellow missionary girl (I’m still calling myself a girl, so anyone under the age of 90 qualifies) and we go for coffee down the street and encourage one another.

We are farther along-language wise,  than when we came, and we are learning more everyday.  It just takes a while.  I have noticed that I have difficulty now spelling ENGLISH words.  I have to really think sometimes about the word–especially if it’s one we’ve been using in class that is similar to the Spanish word.  We know you are praying…we feel it.  Please continue.  Some of you message us and tell you are thinking about us, praying for us, or that a Knight Transportation Truck was seen in your area…and that made you stop and pray for us.  Wow.  Do you know how that blesses us?   As we said during our itineration to as many churches as would have us, we wanted that truck to remind you to pray, and you are doing it!  We aren’t related to them, but wouldn’t it be nice to have them on board in support!

God has this.  All of it.  Every single moment of our days.  If you are wondering and worrying about something in your life, take a moment and remember that HE goes before you.  Always has.  Always will.

We have a grandson who just celebrated his 12th birthday (without us–insert sad face), but I recently found a note I had written and stuck in my Bible years ago, that he said to me:  “Nana, what if God slipped a note under my pillow that said He loved me?”  

Well, Jason, He does love you.  And He loves us– and every single person in this world.  So much so that He called people to do their best to let the world KNOW that He loves them–enough to send His only Son to die for their sins.  That same grandson had some awesome things happen just a couple of weeks ago, he was filled to overflowing with the Holy Spirit.  He called me and told me.  His words, “Nana, I was crying and smiling at the same time!  I just couldn’t stop”.  OH how I wanted to be there.  But God has chosen this time and this place and I cannot argue.  I wouldn’t.  But it doesn’t stop this “Nana heart” from aching.  This was God reminding me that HE has got them.

Another grandson called me on his way home this week from his first Forward Conference with Jentzen Franklin and told me how God had touched his life.  And he had a birthday this week.  Again, without us (insert another sad face).  What he said was, “Nana, I cried like I have never cried before.  I felt God speak to my heart.”  I asked him if he going to tell his mama? (I knew she would tell me if he didn’t)  “I’m gonna tell both of you!  I felt like God was telling me He wanted me to do what ya’ll are doing.  He wants me to take the Gospel to the world.”  (Insert tears and happy crying!)  He’s a 14 year old miracle.  All our grandkids are miracles, JUST LIKE YOURS!

God has shown His love in so many ways in the past months–but one last thing I want to share with you.   Several weeks ago I was having a difficult day.  On the heels of a sleepless night – and I was talking to the Lord about “Why did You call us?  What are we that You would choose us?  We are older than these young learners.  Will we be able to do what You ask of us?  Being away from family is much harder than either of us thought…”  The way the Lord answered my question was different, it came by way of a phone call from my baby sister, Aimee.

Aimee, had a dream about our middle sister, Wanda.  I had had several dreams about Wanda, and I always write them down–but I couldn’t remember Aimee sharing one in a long, long time, so I was eager to hear it:

“I dreamed about Wanda last night.  I dreamed she knew she was going to die, but she looked good and I put her little face in my hands and said, “When you get to heaven, will you ask Jesus to go ahead and come get us so we can all be together?”  And Wanda said to her, “Aimee, they all don’t know Him”.  Aimee said, “But they have all been told, because this ain’t a foreign country”.

When Aimee told me about it she said –-“that was crazy—I was only thinking of where I live.”

How I needed that reminder of why we are here.  We had made up our minds that we are willing to struggle if necessary with the language, and leave our precious grand babies and families at home…so others will have a chance to know Him.  They all won’t accept Him.  We already know that.  Just look at the United States of America.  But for those who WILL accept Him–we go forward.  As hard as we can.  Hurrying along the way.

I leave you with a few pictures.  The most important, my darling sweet man.  I am so thankful for him-for the past 35 years.  Married life for us has been the sweetest gift from heaven.  While it has not been problem or crisis free –The Lord has given us a love that continues –and I will be forever grateful for this giving, loving, serving, witnessing, man that God blessed me with.  The best daddy to our girls and best pa-pa to our boys.  Jesus has been so good to me.

Thank you again for keeping up with us! For praying–and believing!  That means more than you know!   If you are new here and interested in what God has called us to do and want to be a part, you can go to our AGWM site and support us in prayer.  Or perhaps you would like to partner monthly or even a one-time donation!  We are grateful for anything–and everyONE!

© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.  Photography © Angie Knight 2017, Costa Rica.

 


Sacrificing Normal

Exactly one month ago today, our lives changed.   If you had told me I would have experienced some of the emotions I have felt, I might have stared at you in slight disbelief.  No one prepared me for this feeling, the deluge of emotions that have encompassed my days.

I was talking with one of our girls last night and expressing some “slight mama worry”….and she said, “mama, give me back to Jesus and stop worrying”.

That’s the first thing you have to do when you step away from the altar of surrender, you must let go.  Let go of the “thought” that you have any control whatsoever of anything that happens at home.  Because you don’t.  Of course, I never had control anyway, but it sure is a nice thought to tuck around myself at bedtime.

This has been an especially difficult week simply because of that old enemy, “discouragement” when I don’t get it right.  On the upside, I was able to carry on a half decent short conversation with one of our uber drivers this week.  Surprised myself.

We have the absolute BEST profesoras here at Cincel.  They are patient and kind.  Correcting with a heart that wants you to “get it”.  I love that.  That’s just like the Lord.  He corrects us with a heart that wants us to “get it”….and release it to HIM.  This gift of being able to learn the language that will enable us to minister when we get to Bolivia is just that, a gift.  Not one to put up in a closet, but one to use daily…and I so bad want to get it and use it.

That’s our biggest prayer needs:  Strength to overcome the discouragement, and the ability to comprehend, hear the sounds, form the words, and get it right.  There have been several fighting various illnesses, from allergies, to viral issues, etc.  We need to all stay well!  Add that to the prayer list. 🙂

We’ve had a few friends contact us this week to encourage us and let us know they are praying–you have no idea how much that is appreciated!  That makes us not feel so separated from you.  YOU are so important to us.  YOU are part of this team–this mission team headed to Bolivia.  We thank you every time we go to the fresh market on Saturday’s.  It’s because of your support that we can get the things we do, and because of your support, God will enable us to GET THIS language and share His love with those who have yet to hear about His great love.

Jeff and I thank you.  Words cannot express it enough.  I had a friend contact me this week and said that the Lord had prompted her to double their giving.  Then her husband’s job situation changed somewhat.  But she continued to listen to the prompting of the Holy Spirit…friends, that message came to me on a day when my body was tired, my mind was aching from the discouragement of not getting “it” again in class that day and I was simply full of “what is HE doing with us…two old[er] folks in this place surrounded by young people and young families…. But HE called….and we raised our hands and said “yes”.

We felt a compelling with every single missionary message we heard.  We knew one day God was going to do something with us, but actually moving and serving ON the field never entered our minds.  Our work first started by giving.  We support several missionaries, and we are thankful to be a part of a mission work that we can’t actually “go see”, but we can help keep them on the field…reaching the lost.  And that is exactly what YOU are doing with each donation.

So thank you.  I cried the day we left and hugged our dear brother (from another mother), Floyd Aycock as he left us at the airport.  I felt like the last thread of my normalcy was leaving on that red truck.  But this is a new normal.  And the “normal” seems to change as it become necessary.

I suppose I didn’t pick up on the fact there would be so many “different” sacrifices.  I told a friend just tonight that one thing I missed (when she asked me what I missed) was the ability to hop in my car and go anywhere, anytime.  Independence.  I never heard a missionary talk about the sacrifice of their independence.  I heard them talk about lack of water, electricity, I heard them talk about parasites, and sickness, but not independence.  That one struck me.  I loved to get in my car and GO.

This week I looked up the word, Sacrifice.

Sacrifice:  the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.

It hit me like a brick; the lost.  We must surrender the desired independence to learn the language to reach the lost.  Granted, I won’t have any more independence when we get to the field… but I will be able to converse with the people.

I want God to so fill us with the passion to learn this language that our thought processes are “on fire”, as one of my teachers said this week (when I got three in a row correct–blind miracle!).

Thank you all for praying–for keeping up with us, for sending us notes via email, instagram, linkedIn and facebook.  It has helped me so much.  I have read every one and read them to Jeff.  We are encouraged by your love and care.

Tomorrow is market day (Farmer’s Market) and I hope you will join us via instagram or facebook when we get to post our pictures!  We love you all!

 

© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.

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Pushing Through

We have probably all read the P.U.S.H acrostic , pray until something happens…

IMG_1943In reading my devotion this morning it took me to look at some truths in our lives- not just mine and Jeff’s- but in every believer.

What happens when IN the urgent, knee buckling circumstance -prayer doesn’t get answered the way we had hoped?…..

We keep ON believing and praying. For HIS will, not our own.

When the loved one dies, instead of being healed on this earth; when the divorce is final; when the teen rebels; when the money runs out; when the house burns down; when the car won’t start; when the pink slip is issued; when the cupboard is bare….. On and on we could go- & you probably have so many more circumstances in your life you could list– but what do we do–as believers when we pray for that miracle– and yet the circumstances don’t change? We remain.

We remain clinging to the One who saved us. The true and only HOPE of this world.  We pick ourselves up, and carry on.

The miracle DOES TAKE PLACE. THE PRAYER IS ANSWERED, however, in a way that brings all eyes to HIM as He does restore our soul and leads us in the path of righteousness– always.

Our dire circumstances does not negate who He is or what He can do. HIS goal is to reveal Himself to us and be revealed to the word through us.

Weep sister (and brother), in the struggle, but don’t forget Who called you, paved the way for you, and has great plans to use you…..

Push your way through the bars of your situation that has seemed to close you off and bind your heart -and look to HIM,…..and give HIM praise and glory all along the way. In THIS, others shall know — HE IS THE CHRIST.

“He renews my life; He leads me along the right paths for His name’s sake. Even when I go through the darkest valley, I fear no danger, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff — they comfort me.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭23:3-4‬ ‭HCSB‬‬

http://bible.com/72/psa.23.3-4.hcsb

 

Photo from our market day walk in San José, Costa Rica

(c) Angie Knight 2017. All rights reserved.


Pardon the Dust

Have you ever seen the sign that says, “Pardon the Dust”?, in a store when it is under a remodeling, but they are still  open for business?  Well, that is pretty much like my life.  I won’t speak for Jeff, but he would likely say the same thing.  My area is really dusty these days.  More so (in my mind) than the cancer days.

I told a new friend this week that [language school] seemed to be designed to do what the chemo did….kill off things that doesn’t belong.  Then we learned what the name of the school meant; in Spanish, cincel means to chisel.   Appropriate, don’t you think?  I think many of the new students have felt the sharp edge of the chisel this week.

We are on day 4 of classes and I will do my best to share enough, but not too much that  you get cold feet if God is speaking to your heart about missions.  But in reality, if God is speaking to you….there is no amount of things I could say that would scare you away.  You are in it for the long haul.  Just like us.  Be advised though, the enemy won’t like your decision–just as he didn’t like ours–BUT GOD HAS BEEN FAITHFUL.  Through everything!

Our days begin early–Jeff slipping into an altogether new routine here, and myself as well.  We get up early (Jeff, often around 4:00).  He has always been an early riser-but I think this place calls for even earlier–simply because such deep God conversations need to take place.  And listening.  Escuchen….to listen.  Above the voices in my head, I am learning to listen more to the Holy Spirit when He gives a direction.  “This might hurt….but it’s for your good.”

There, He sets me on the block.  Chisel and hammer.  Dust is flying.  I am noticing some things in me that needs correcting.  I need to be more sensitive.  Not quick to judge or assume based on what my eyes see…but to listen.  He blows His holy air on the form sitting still on the block.   That’s me.  The tears I shed based on what I feel, the weaknesses in me, wash away more of the dust.  He is working to see His image in our lives….

That was like chemo and radiation.  “This might hurt, you will feel many changes, but it’s for your good”…. I think God prepared me in some ways on HOW to look at things so that I would not crumble (quite so much).

I have two friends who, one just this week lost her daughter to cancer, and our cancer journey began approximately the same time, and another dear woman is losing her husband, even as I type, to cancer.  And here I sit.  Healthy–preparing for a work God has set before me…and I cannot explain even the least amount of the whys of that.   But God’s plans are perfect and I will not try and understand HIS understanding for the Word says, it’s way beyond me.

We are grateful for our monthly supporters and daily prayer partners.  YOU have no idea!  When I wake up in the morning–I know someone is praying!  All during the week, I trust and believe someone is still believing with us that God has much in store!  And their support continues so that we may journey on.

Each day in class (so far) I have felt so close to tears at times because there is NO English spoken by the teachers.  It is brain numbing.  There, that’s the chisel again.  Learn a new way.  Open your heart, mind, ears and listen.    Admittedly, I come home and go to the bathroom to let the tears fall.  It’s a release.  Don’t feel sorry for me, pray with us.  We need to learn this.  The culture, the language, the people.  Once the tears are dry, I feel better.

I learned just yesterday, the best thing to do after class is go for a long walk.  So, Jeff and I walked yesterday, about 8 blocks, mostly uphill, to the grocery store to pick up a few things.  Let’s look at that miracle for a minute.  UP HILL.  The backstory of this is I finished my last round of radiation treatments that took place every single day for 6 weeks the WEEK before we left for Costa Rica.  I hardly had energy to pack.  I had beloved friends, one at a time, come almost every day to lend a hand with our packing.  I couldn’t even “think” clearly from the residual effects of the chemo yet, here I was packing with help, and then just a week later arriving here.

The walkway to our apartment is such a steep downhill trip, that first day I was so afraid I would fall face first–but I didn’t.  Sure, my knees ached afterwards, but look again at the miracle.  YESTERDAY, we walked over 8 blocks one way mostly uphill.  Of course I was sweating like a horse when we got there, but my mind was clear.  And we did our little shopping, enjoying the air conditioned grocery store…then we had to carry our packages back…all 8 blocks.  Thankfully, my precious husband carried the two stuffed bags and I carried the umbrella.  It rains every day.

New things.  Every day something new.  A new experience, a new feeling, a fresh mercy from God.  We are learning now to live without the air conditioner.  I have the blessing of two fans that Jeff bought after we arrived.  THAT is huge to me here.

I look at many things differently.  The dust that is gathering at the base of this Sculptors stone will soon be blown away again, and He will look to see what else needs adjusting.  Hammer will continue to strike and I can count on sitting in this spot, under His chisel until He feels it’s time.  I’m done.  I’m ready.  Then, I’ll go Home.  Not to an earthly home, but to my heavenly home.  All the while the chiseling and hammering is happening, work is being done, through me and on me.  He will use me however HE sees fit….just as He will YOU when you say “yes, LORD, I’m willing”.

In the meantime friends, please pardon the dust.  He’s still working on me.

 

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© Angie Knight 2017.  All rights reserved.  All Photography © Angie Knight unless otherwise noted.

 


The Eagle Has Landed

I had promised to keep you up-to-date.  I have kept my word on facebook…but for those who don’t use facebook, this will be the official site for newsletter updates!

Wednesday morning, around 1:30 for the Tallahassee airport– we felt like two kids at Christmas–waiting for mom and dad to get up and open presents–in some ways–and then in another way, I had this pain in my chest.  Not a medical pain, but an emotional one.  Leaving my grandsons knowing they will ALL encounter growth spurts this summer–and if Rylan gets any taller, I will be looking way UP to see him!  His shoe is already an 11N.  He’s 15 and one of our 5 miracles of grandsons.  But God has given us so many other miracles!

Can I just tell you a few?  Well, the calling for one, at our age….then the approval…again, at our age, that was another miracle….then us both being ordained last May… Then my cancer came right in the middle of itineration.  Someone asked me if I thought it was an attack of the devil or if it was just something that happened.  Well, honestly I suppose it could be considered either one.  If it was an attack from old slew foot to get us to stop in our tracks…sorry, didn’t work.  We had a prayer team that was AMAZING and never stopped praying.  And we didn’t sit down and feel sorry for ourselves either.  We kept putting one foot in front of the other.  THAT is the only way to get through anything.  Do not stop.  Stay in connection continually with Jesus and allow The Holy Spirit to do HIS work ….as HE did in my heart and life and in Jeff’s.  Jeff was my hero (still is).  He cared meticulously for every detail of my day–reminded me when he thought I was doing too much–of course my body reminded me of that as well.

But God had a plan through ALL of that.  I met some amazing people; doctors, nurses, technicians, receptionists, other patients, and I was able to share God’s love and passion for the lost with every single one.  Makes me tear up now just thinking about this marvelous journey.  God walked me straight through 6 months of chemotherapy and 6 weeks of daily radiation treatments, ending it exactly one week before take off!  He was true to HIS Word, Isaiah 43:1-2.

But now, thus says the Lord, who created you, O Jacob,
And He who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you.

God also gave me a glimpse into my sister, Wanda’s life.  That humbled me tremendously.  If we ever, you and I, get to sit down and talk in real life, I will tell you about the humbling.

The EAGLE landed on Wednesday around 9:30 a.m. (we left Tallahassee about 6:30 but there was a time zone change).  The heat slapped me silly.  NO joke.  I don’t mean silly as in funny, but as in not expecting it quite as brutal –and I’m told we “ain’t seen nothin’ yet”…..

We were met at the airport and taken to the school (quite a drive since traffic was a bit crazy), and we were introduced to our arrival coach family.  Ed and Miriam Bosch.  Amazingly wonderful people.  LOVED them before we met them! Loved them more afterwards.  Miram had bought us a few days of  basic food to get us through until we could go to the store.  Sweet!

My first day was an emotional one.  I remembered the tears in mother’s voice the last time we spoke…and I remembered the last hugs we gave to our girls and their boys…and I remembered….until I had to JUST STOP.  I knew that road was a dangerous one.  We are here for an assignment and if I kept that up, I knew I would be a mess before we start!  The assignment:  LEARN THE LANGUAGE!  This is a must in order to be able to minister in Bolivia. 

God is good.  The heat got to me the first day and I literally felt like I was melting.  But God is good and sent breezes to cool us down.  It was heaven sent.  Reminded me of times picking peas and we would get so hot –but just before we thought we’d pass out from the heat, here would a breeze come and help us finish up.  That’s God.

Today, I’ve nested and straightened everything up except the kitchen cabinets.  But it’s a tiny kitchen and won’t take long…and we’ll tackle it maybe Monday.  We will be out of pocket on Tuesday-Friday.  No facebook updates or messages.

Oh, before you go, let me assure  you, Jeff bought me two air conditioners.  Not the kind we had at home, but two medium sized floor fans that the next student here will reap the benefit of.  One for the living/kitchen area and one for the bedroom.  God provided before we left home for these things.  HE knew before we got here that there would be things we hadn’t planned on–like the extra $$$$$ needed for the extra luggage.  I forgot to tell you about that!  The little guy who graciously helped us get it in the airport at Tallahassee just shook his head and said, “I don’t even want to guess how much that will be”…..but God provided.

When I think of the things He did to get us here I just shake my head in disbelief…then I remember I am HIS child.  What I would do to help my own ….HE would do that and more…

And because of HIS great love, He’s sending us and all these other students to THEM.

Can I tell you one last thing?  Don’t think for one second that we are special.  We aren’t.  Get that notion right OUT of your head.  We are just human.  We encounter issues and problems and have reactions to them, just like others.  We aren’t superhuman or super brave.  I get scared about the same things you do.  But God has proven Himself to both of us over the years and we know we can trust HIM.  Jeff and I are here to learn, and serve- and to go forth and serve and do whatever we can to fulfill the burning passion and call on our lives.   We can only do this by the prayers of the people lifting us up to God and He will empower us…and we rely on those prayers and HIS strength.  Daily.  Please don’t forget to pray for us.

And if God so directs your heart to help us in any way- we would love to connect with you!  We are both on Facebook and I’m on Instagram and Twitter.  We would enjoy having you on this journey with us either way!  Hang on tight!  I think the road up ahead is filled with interesting things!

Blessings!

Angie Knight

 

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13 Days Away

We are 13 days away from stepping into what God has been setting up for us from the beginning.  How do I know that?  His Word is clear:

Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.  Psalm 139:16 NKJ

Truthfully, the unknowns are a bit scary to me (Angie), but I cannot find a single moment in my life–and especially these last 8 months where God was NOT there.  He has covered my life in every way imaginable.  EVEN on the days when the chemo was so strong I felt nothing but the “weirdness” of it.  And in that memory, the memory of His presence in my life during those tough days, I rejoice and steady my pace and walk forward into what HE has for us!

We have worked in the itineration process of inviting others to join this effort–and many have.  Friends, family and even a few we’ve never laid eyes on have joined this journey!

If you are a newly appointed missionary–and just putting on your running shoes, don’t be too disappointed in the pastors who don’t return your calls.  Give them another opportunity.  But REJOICE in the pastors who DO call you back and invite you to share your heart–and KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN.  God will bless you in AMAZING ways during this as you soak up His presence in their services!  THAT part of the journey has been especially sweet!  From red-back-book hymnal songs (which I was raised on), to the modern day worship songs–God’s presence inhabits the praises of HIS people!  You will always be in the right place at the right time if you follow on His heels.

I’ve got trunks and suitcases scattered about the house and stuff stacked here and there and more decisions to be made than you can shake a stick at.  There’s SO much we don’t know how to do–but we have a missionary mentor appointed to help us–and I firmly believe  God set that up as well.

In 13 days we will kiss our babies for the last time for 8 months.  Our two baby girls who are in their “30’s”, but they will ALWAYS be my babies–and our grand-babies.  All 5 of them.  I had lunch with April yesterday and as her tears threatened to spill, I cautioned her–if she started so would I.

If you would add us to your prayer list–wow! We would be so honored.  I cannot ask that enough.  And, if you would like to help support us for the next 2 years –even $10 a month is HUGE to us!  You can click here:  http://www.tinyurl.com/sendjeffandangie OR, even a one time donation would go a long way in helping us on the field. You can click the same link and just choose, “one time gift”.  We are honored and blessed with either.  I never knew all the expense of getting established…and from what I hear, one might need to take out a loan to buy peanut butter in Costa Rica…. uhm…we will take our own.

I’ve been so blessed to get to share my testimony of God’s faithfulness and His calling two “old folks”, like Jeff and myself, with doctors, nurses, technicians, and several others walking the same or similar cancer journey.  I know God has a reason for every single thing He puts in our path….I want to be submissive in ALL things to Him….(and it is hard at times–don’t kid yourself into thinking it’s a piece of cake…) And He has been PATIENT with me.  So has Jeff.

My hair will be gray the next time you see my “real hair”….ha-ha.  “No chemicals” for a while Dr. Nanfro said.  “OKAY”, I said.  Wow.  That’s pretty hard too–looking in the mirror and seeing someone different….But…in that gray haired reflection is the same woman who fell in love with Jesus and gave herself to following Him wherever He led.

In 13 days He’s leading us forward….