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Friday, September 23, 2016

The Cup of the Called

In reading this morning words from Oswald Chambers, I was struck by the purpose of them, let me see if you hear what I heard:

"In the natural life our ambitions alter as we develop; in the Christian life the goal is given at the beginning, the beginning and the end are the same... our Lord Himself.  We start with Christ and end with Him--"Until we all attain to the stature of the manhood of Christ Jesus",  not to our idea of what the Christian life should be.  The aim of the missionary is to do God's will, not to be useful, not to win heathen; he is useful and he does win the heathen, but that is not his aim.  His aim is to do the will of his Lord."



This past Sunday as we stood in a church and sang a song that caused my heart to spill over...

Here are some of the lyrics (by Kari Jobe):  

The more I seek You...the more I find you...
The more I find You...the more I love You.... I wanna sit at Your feet drink from the cup in Your hand, lay back against You and breathe, feel Your heart beat.  This love is so deep it's more than I can stand, I melt in Your peace, it's overwhelming..."

As I stood there singing about the cup, the song describes, reminded me of the cup that Jesus asked to be taken from Him...if it could pass ... but if not, He was willing to do the will of The Father.  Whatever it took from Him.  That cup would signify His willingly given life.  The cup didn't take His life...He gave it.

The song, sung in many churches, by many youth and adults alike almost sounds like the cup is a nice cool drink of lemonade and the breeze is blowing through your hair as you lean back on the chest of your Savior.  The song is beautiful.  But that's not how I hear the song anymore.  I hear it and taste it differently.

The cup is offered.  The calling of missionary life is held out as a sign board with the cup offered being the requisite to get there.... it's bitter.  There's no sweetness of the sugary lemonade inside.  Beyond the cup and the sign reading "drink me", there are thousands of children, snotty noses, dirty faces, rotten teeth, bare feet, half clothed and hungry.  Hungry for more than food.  They hunger to know the One who they've never heard of before...the One who can set them free from the life of sin...a sin they may not be even aware they were born into--and behind them--their parents.  Clinging to their lives of whatever suits them- whatever gets them by to the next day.  Alcohol, drugs, abuse...whatever it may be.  See, they have the same issues we do in our country...yet they have very few who can tell them that there is a Better Way.  The Only Way.  Jesus.  The Way, The Truth and The Life.

We were beckoned.  We were called--for me it was as early as 2010.  I felt a stirring like none other experienced in life.  It was more than the "altar call" stirring, it was a complete surrendering call.  Seemed easy enough.  Then we started up the mountain.

I won't bore you with the details of all the hoops we jumped through in the application process.  That was just a warm up for what was coming as God began to mold and shave off pieces of us that was unnecessary.  We both wanted Him to have us ALL.  Not just pieces--but we WANTED Jesus to come in and stir us and remake us into the usable vessels that would be of most use to Him--shining the light of Salvation into the darkness of the villages in Bolivia that had never heard the name of Christ.

We were well on our way, progress in our budget and monthly support was showing improvement.  Language school was just around the corner in January....then the cup.

The cup offered was bitter.  A surprise.  Unwanted--until I stopped and remembered these words of Oswald I had read years before (2010):  "The aim of the missionary is to do God's will"...

We don't draw straws.  We can't run into the "calling store" and choose the way it will go for us...because remember I said a month ago, this journey, it's not all about us... 

So, with every taste of the bitter cup, I envision the mountain Jeff and I climbed in October, 2015 with Pastor Joel Morales, in an area that is darkened by the sin and life of sacrifices on worldly altars to pagan gods.   The darkness overwhelmed me so much that as I gulped for air to breathe while we climbed, my heart ached and wept for the lost souls there.  It was truly an overwhelming day and it literally took me a few days to get over the feeling of sadness and dark depravity that shrouded the mountain like the fog that held it captive.  But we climbed on.

The same with this.  I've been warned of the harshness of what goes in my body to kill even the most microscopic cancer cell that may be lingering--the cup is indeed bitter... but there are lives at stake....I must finish this cup to get to the next part of our journey.

Some people already think we are nuts...at our age.  But if your child, sister, brother, parent was about to hurl head long into the lake of fire and brimstone--wouldn't you want someone, no matter their age, to come to help pull them out?  Me too.  We go so that others will know....and others will go.

Time is short.  If you aren't being called to go, you are being called to send.  If you ignore either calling,....oh friend...

If you want to help us get there with a 100% budget, our link is: www.tinyurl.com/sendjeffandangie
We appreciate every single prayer and dollar.  EVERYTHING MATTERS.

Our most precious supporter is one young girl--a dear dear friend of mine from Sneads, Florida named Kaylee.  Giving all she has.  Her allowance each month.  She and her mom and sister brought me homemade banana bread yesterday and mighty powerful prayers.  With every bite of that bread I felt the prayers they surely prayed as they baked.  God will use every single person to win the lost--if we are willing.

Are you going to climb the mountain with me?  Are you taking the cup and joining the called?  Be a goer-or a sender.


[Sidenote:  we expect to be completed this treatment process by early next year and ready for language school by Spring sessions--pray with us that God performs more miracles than we can write about!]


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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Santa Claus, IV's and Missions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

Santa Claus can't get us there.

But God can and will through every supporter and contribution.

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

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

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

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

He will do for you...because HE loves YOU.



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Monday, August 15, 2016

Be on the LOOKOUT



From the time the first words were spoken– I was on the lookout.  I’ve been given bad news before–and truthfully, I think my mind was sort of in shock with this.  Cancer.  This was not what I was looking for–and not part of our plan.  I totally was not expecting what my doctor just said…but I was on the lookout for what God was about to do.  

You may think I am a bit radical, but this is something I fully and firmly believe:  God doesn't give tragedies--but He allows life to come at believers the same as non-believers....and HE will use all of our circumstances for our good and His glory when we fully trust Him.

Recently I pulled my prayer journal out one morning and let my fingers and eyes trace back all the places in Scripture God had been leading me and all the whispers in the night that He had revealed.  There was a distinct line…it was written seemingly in a dot-to-dot,

“Be on the lookout”….

God had been preparing me–even a year ago.  No, I didn’t feel the lump a year ago, but I felt and heard from my heavenly Father.  We had been praying and seeking God about the mission field….we were still waiting on an answer.  Tears come quick to my eyes as I re-read the words that the Holy Spirit spoke to me over the course of about a week in the month of August, 2015 (that’s why I always encourage people,  KEEP A PRAYER JOURNAL!).

I shake my head right now, in disbelief, NOT in what He’s doing–but in the incredibility of how He does things…it AMAZES me.

I don’t feel at liberty to share all the things He said in my private prayer time with you right now, except for this: 

“Expect the Amazing.”

Maybe one day He will release me to tell you the full story of what He was doing–for now, I continue to keep track of His steps, trace His fingerprint in our lives and praise Him all along this mission journey.

Let me update you quick in case you are wondering about my health and progress.  Diagnosed with breast cancer on August 2, 2016.   Cancer was removed August 5, 2016 by way of lumpectomy and partial mastectomy.  Pathology report a week later revealed–the mass was self-contained, the margins CLEAN and lymph nodes CLEAR.  I will have 5 days of radiation and then pack for Bolivia! (Kidding on the last part, I have been slowly getting ready for a MASSIVE yard sale in September THEN we will be looking at getting some trunks and packing.

We have been blessed with amazing family and friends who have encouraged us, fed us, and liberally prayed for us.  Thank you.  For every cookie crumb and slice of ham!  We need to be on a diet today!

We are still planning to leave by January 1 since language school begins January 4th.  BUT, all final decisions are God’s…and I completely trust and wait on His timing.  There are new expenses to work through, but honestly, we both truly believe God will somehow –someway, get us through all of that–in order to get us there.  

If you have always wanted to support a missionary with $25 a month (or whatever amount you feel), you can go here (click here) and scroll down to the bottom and select "give now".  You have options to the side of the "give" box.  I put this statement here simply because you might want to know--and God will certainly use you and bless you in the process--as you would be joining us on the field by means of support!

Two words God has told me over and over–for over a year–through every single road block:       “Trust Me.”

Can I ask you something?  Do you trust Him?  

This is one of the passages I have continually been led to over and over while on this journey–not the cancer journey, the mission journey.
 
Our soul waits for the Lord;  He is our help and our shield.  For our heart shall rejoice in Him,  Because we have trusted in His holy name.  Let Your mercy, O Lord, be upon us,  Just as we hope in You. 

Psalm 33:20-22 NKJV

Jeff and I don’t have all the answers, but if you are believing God for something bigger than you can even put down on paper, or even whisper in the dark, can I lean towards you this afternoon and tell you, He’s trustworthy….

No matter what happens tomorrow, or next week, next month or even next year, my soul rejoices in God alone. He is my hope-my salvation comes from God and the gift of eternal life through His only Son, Jesus Christ.

And I for one, am on the look-out for the next miraculous thing He has up His sleeve….

What about you?
  

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

More News


Dear friends,

First thank you for praying SO faithfully for my surgery.  If you follow my blog, you know by now that I had a life changing diagnosis of breast cancer (ductal invasive carcinoma) on Tuesday, August 2, 2016.

God has been right beside me every step of the way.  Surgery was the 5th to remove the mass and biopsy lymph nodes.  They said at the time of surgery, it was self-contained.  GREAT NEWS!  They wound up doing a lumpectomy along with a partial mastectomy.  Yeah--I cried too.  If you see me out and about, I would love a gentle hug! I've had so many praying --I believe God has GREAT things ahead as we continue forward!

The good thing in all of this is that it was caught early--and as I am one to put things off to the LAST MINUTE, God gifted me with a lot of pain in the mass.  This is not normal I am told.  I was told by several in the medical field that growing cancers are usually not found due to pain.  But mine hurt like crazy--almost continually.  It was a gift.  It kept me from putting it off any longer.

Pathology results aren't in yet...but other details and news can be found on our other blog--

Please visit:  jeffandangieknight.com

Bookmark the page so that you can keep up with what GOD is doing!  And remember to pray for us as we continue to prepare for our mission field in Bolivia!




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Thursday, August 4, 2016

Curve in the Road- from our Mission Blog

100_4486focusforwardonwardWow.  That is a word I use a LOT.

It lends itself to describe my feelings on a lot of things...from the good to the bad...even to the ugly.

It depicts my astonishment over many things...

It's what I wanted to say when my doctor looked at me in a sort of nervous way- and said the words "cancer" quickly, as if to get them out there in the open air--might relieve some of the stress she was feeling.

 Her first words, "Well, I don't have good news for you" hung suspended and I wanted to hit the rewind button and back track and maybe even have a re-do of the past few days events.  But that wasn't happening.  It was there.  The test run- the mammogram and the ultrasound with the biopsy all told the facts of what was under the skin of me...but just so far.  It couldn't get to the heart of me... that's for God to see.

 I sat on the back porch, ignored the obvious humidity and heat and drank my coffee at the beginning of last week and I felt a weariness and dread come over me--it knocked me backwards in my spirit.

A few months before I had discovered what could be a life altering lump.  I followed all the routine and advised things- and it went from "we see it"--to "it's shrinking, must be a cyst".  But then things changed.

And last week Fear sat on my porch--had the stinking audacity to do so with my Bible right in my lap!  And Fear whispered all the nasty stuff in my head....All the what-ifs played out in my mind.

What if you have cancer?

What if you can't get to the mission field?

What if this is it?

What if you .......?

 I cried.  Admittedly that was a bad day--an emotional day.  A break-down day.  A day when I didn't want to see anyone... but I had my Bible in my lap and it was open to the Psalms... I had been doing a lot of journaling from the Psalms...and praying.
"God is our refuge and strength, a helper who is always found in times of trouble.  Therefore we will not be afraid, though the earth trembles and the mountains topple into the depths of the seas, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with its turmoil..." Psalm 46:1-3

"When I am afraid, I will trust in You, In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not fear."  Psalm 56:3-4
Then I reminded myself (do you ever have to remind yourself of things?), I reminded myself WHOSE I was.  What HE had told me--and that HE had set our course--it was not something I designed and picked out...it was ALL Him, baby!  And if He went to the trouble to set so many things up-- HE had a plan to use this.

My baby girl and my sister both said they had asked God to give it to them.  I reminded them, God doesn't "give" cancer.  God gives good gifts.  
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!   Matthew 7:11 
BUT, God will take the things that happen in our lives and work them for our good--or someone else's.  It may not be about us...granted it may be happening to us or in our lives, but it may not be about us.  He will strengthen us--and help us--but it may be for someone else all together.

I know you want to say, "do you mean God will allow someone to go through something tragic just for someone else?"  Remember Jesus?

Don't think for one second that I have it all figured out and that I'm totally good with it all.  I'm not.  I don't have it figured out and honestly, I am afraid of what Friday will be like, and the disfigurement that comes with breast cancer....and the pain.

No, I'm not good with it--but I'm good with my Father--and I know HE has me in His hand and I've never left His sight...nor will I.

God has given me His Holy Spirit in advance...so that in times like these....His Presence never leaves me...ever. I cling to this--HIS Word is true and He is faithful-throughout all generations.

His faithfulness didn't end when my God-fearing, Bible reading- church going grandparents passed away.  His mercy is brand new every morning--and He is faithful to see and care for His children...of which I am one of.
Be gracious to me, God, be gracious to me,  for I take refuge in You.  I will seek refuge in the shadow of Your wings until danger passes. I call to God Most High, to God who fulfills His purpose for me.  Psalm 57:1-2 [emphasis mine]
I don't have all the answers.  Honestly, I couldn't sleep.  And I had been rolling it around in my head for 48 hours--how I would even say this.  But it's said now.

If you are a mission supporter for us--Jeff and I want you to believe with us that we WILL be on the field at the time God has already picked out and the time we've had on our hearts.  We are still believing for our budget to be 100% by December of THIS year.

Whoa!  Did you just do a doubletake?  I believe God can do anything.  I believe this is a curve in the road and that up ahead is a victory none like we've ever experienced.  We kindly ask that the mission supporters keep supporting... be a part of what God is going to do through your hands and our lives--in Bolivia!  Don't stop just because we can't see what's next...HE CAN!

You do know that the enemy will pull all sorts of stunts to keep the Gospel from getting out there... and he'll stop at nothing--so that means we've got to be more determined than ever before.

We must be ever diligent about fully giving ourselves to Him--even if we have to do it every-single-day.  All over again.  At every obstacle...and around every curve in the road.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Road Trip? Or Airplane?

I bet  you think I forgot you!  I didn't! I have been meaning to hop on here and tell you all the things that has happened in the last few weeks--we JUST returned from Bolivia Sunday--and I have been adding pictures and blogs since then--"HERE".

Click HERE.

This was the largest team we have taken--and soon, I hope we can be the "host" missionaries! for crusades, building churches and medical teams!  We are hoping and praying and dreaming too!

One of our grandsons asked us a few months ago if we were going to drive our camper to Bolivia--well, it's a little too far and the truck and camper wouldn't float...so it's a plane ride.  What a road trip that would be though-right?


If you are interested in helping us on our mission journey, please pray about becoming a partner in ministry with us.  You can visit us at our ministry blog jeffandangieknight.com to stay up with what we're doing--and you can sign up to become a monthly prayer partner and/or monthly financial partner at our Assemblies of God Mission webpage, www.tinyurl.com/sendjeffandangie

Thank you in advance for whatever God leads you to do! 


Jeff and Angie Knight-Assemblies of God World Missionary Associates 
& Ordained Ministers with the Assemblies of God.


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Friday, May 20, 2016

Dresses for the Nations

A visit in the rain this morning with some amazing women left me in tears.  Full on- blubbering tears.  It happened before I ever got there-- I thought of all the little girls in Haiti, Bolivia, Argentina, Honduras, and I'm not sure where else, who have had the gift and blessing to wear a brand new little dress made by these dear hands.

These ladies buy fabric (or sometimes they are gifted beautiful fabric!), and buttons, and thread and even matching undies for these little girl dresses.  And they cut, iron, sew, label and pray over them.  One of the sweetest things said today by Mrs. Peggy was that "if the gift of these dresses doesn't lead to a conversation about Jesus then they aren't doing what we intend them to do."

Wow.  That is truly being intentional for Christ.  Every stitch--every seam, every button.  And they are adorable.  Tenille and I both think we would look "cute" in one.  (It's a wish anyway!)

These ladies have a heart for the nations.  For the children of the world.  They haven't been led to go on a mission trip overseas--but God has given them a job--and it started with a passion and desire of heart and blossomed into a wonderful group of women from East Side Baptist Church in Vernon, Florida.

I told Tenille, Mrs. Peggy and Mrs. Gloria today that Jeff shared their mission project and heart for missions almost everywhere we spoke.  The mission is just as important as going...these awesome ladies are sending.  They loaded me up today with blessings overflowing!  I will share all the goodies later--because we are leaving next week with these goodies and I want to keep the surprise intact!

There were two  ladies that I didn't get to meet today--but I have known and loved Tenille and her mom, Gloria for a long time--and met Peggy last year and felt such a kindred spirit.   They took on an additional challenge this year and knocked my socks off!  Mrs. Gloria--you have raised an amazing daughter--and I thank you for letting me claim her as one of my "many" adopted girls!

Thank you ladies...for loving the world and reaching out with the abilities and gifts God gave you!  Completely--wholeheartedly!

East Side Baptist Church in Vernon is one of more than 9 churches involved in this trip to Bolivia.  Individuals have "given" items, contributions, or people!  What a God we serve--and look at the people being The Church and working together! I LOVE IT!

If you are ever in Vernon, Florida, say a prayer as you go through for the wonderful ladies of East Side Baptist Church who are reaching around the world and dressing the little girls of the nations!





Some photos shared by Tenille Brock Fielding.
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Monday, March 28, 2016

Real Easter Eggs


I love Easter.

I love what Easter means--and often my reading is drawn to the accounts of Christ's journey from the Garden to Golgotha and beyond.  I watched pieces of several accounts of the story of Christ this weekend.  Some produced better than others--and the older the movie--the acting often left something to be desired...but the story was told...of HIS GREAT LOVE....

We've not had little ones in our home for several years--so I haven't colored any Easter eggs.  I made an Easter basket for a friend, but beyond that-- I only put out a few decorations.  We are "downsizing"...all that and more.

Jeff brought me a wonderful surprise Saturday night....REAL Easter eggs.  These in this basket I moved from the fridge, just for the picture.  They have not been colored by dye nor boiled...they are the real deal.  I love how God created a special breed of chicken to produce some amazing colored eggs!  Aren't they pretty?  I especially love the green dotted one.

I love Easter.  I cannot form words to describe the sacrifice of my Lord --when He left His home in heaven--so that I--YOU and me, would have an opportunity to choose our destiny... I'm left wordless.  Tears flow...but words do not.  

We are each as unique as this basket of eggs.  Different colors of skin--but all created and loved by Him.  And the inside?  All the same.  The only difference is--- Are we born again or not?  There's no partial born again.  Only fully committed.

Yesterday I read about obedience-- and how that will look when we stand before Christ.  We can be saved, yet not fully obedient.  If God asks you to do something--you can choose not to.  He doesn't cast you aside.  You are still saved....but just like you were disappointed when your children disobeyed--or didn't fully obey--God is disappointed.  And then the book of our lives will be opened and we all will give a full account of how we lived our lives.... 

I want to be the "real deal"- not dyed to make me look like the others.  I want to be the child who fully obeyed...fully committed, without wavering.  

Without remembering the cross--I would say it would be most difficult to do--but when I think of His sacrifice for me--for my life--a wretched--sinner--I am assured by His Word...He will be with us.  To the end.

If you don't know about our other blog -site "jeffandangieknight.com" please visit there and sign up to receive the blog right into your email.  I don't write on this one as often--and I was going to let this one go--but then I looked back at the history of this blog--and think perhaps God has yet something planned for the words written hear in the past 9 years.  I pray so.

To become monthly mission supporters--visit:  www.tinyurl.com/sendjeffandangie 

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Thank you in advance for your prayers!  You have no idea how critical they are for us--daily.  Your prayers keep us going forward--they encourage us to reach higher--dream bigger and look forward to what God has ahead.

Please let us know how we can pray for you!  Connect with us on facebook!  Facebook can be a headache if we let it--but it is a great way to connect and for us to keep up with our family!  Which we LOVE to do!  It's like a family reunion without the calories?!

Quick reminder...when you are driving around...and you see this truck...don't forget to pray for us!

Disclaimer:  It's not our company--nor do we know anyone in the company--we just have the same last name--and a dear friend thought it would be a great reminder to pray for us as we get ready to leave for the mission field!


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Thursday, March 10, 2016

Mother's Missionary Offering

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

However, if you are our friend on Facebook, perhaps you did get in on some“frozen custard” and the walk through the museum at the Assemblies of God National Headquarters  ….that, my friend, was amazing.

If you don’t mind- I am going to “cheat” just a bit–this is what I posted on Facebook this week-
“While in one of the AmaZing session of training (brain overload), a vivid picture came back to me with such suddenness that my eyes leaked (they really leaked all day– a couple of us girls began to wonder why we even bothered with makeup)…

When I was a very young teenager–before so much rebellion set in like a stone, I remember getting so sick I could hardly stand up. Mother was at work, and it was summer time. Meaning, I was in charge of my two sisters and baby brother.  But with me sick, Wanda was now the “in charge” daughter.

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

And truly it was “daily”….she and our Paw-Paw spent the beginning of every morning and the closing of every day on their knees (yes, knees) in prayer.

I remember vividly, even as I type, I can still hear their voices calling on God for their neighbors, their church, their family.  Always their family.

As Wanda dialed Mamo and Paw-Paw, I had confidence that she would pray. I lay in the bed with tears–in pain. I was rarely sick–so for me to even cry about it, I am sure frightened my sister, Wanda.

It seemed short minutes and I heard voices. Mamo’s voice talking to Wanda as they came down the hall. I didn’t mean for her to come to me–I knew that if she prayed right where she was–God would hear.  I guess that was a sign of my faith even back then…my faith in Mamo being able to get a prayer through to God.

Well–I suppose God told her to “go”.  She turned off her stove (middle of cooking their lunch) –pulled off her apron and out the door they went. I am absolutely positive that she prayed on the short 2 mile journey to our house.

When Mamo–walked in my room and laid her hand on my stomach–a warmth filled my body and I FELT the pain and nausea leave.  I soon slept.

You should know this was more than a healing. This was obedience…on her part. To leave “what she was doing”….and GO.

To leave “HER PLANS” for the day…and GO.

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

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

And after last night’s amazing prayer service—I was so thankful –and grateful to be among well over 100 other individuals who heard the same Voice call, “turn off the stove”…and GO light a fire and turn on the stove somewhere else.

Friends, God is so good.  I look in the mirror and wonder why in the world He would ask us…Why?  At this point and at our age…. I don’t argue–I know He has His reason… and you know what?  I’m good with that.  I am thankful He asked…and proud to say “YES”.

Because I am hoping…and praying…and believing that by us going–perhaps one of our grandchildren–will one day want to say, “hey, if God can call my grandparents….maybe He will call me too”.2012-02-25 mother daughter retreat feb 2012 041

Something was said yesterday that I want to leave you with… I thought of my dear sweet mother.  We have, all our lives given to missions.  Mother too….but she will soon give her biggest offering yet.  Her oldest daughter.  Me.

And she gives it willingly–and readily.  Withholding nothing ….because she taught us obedience…by example.  And she still practices what she preaches.

I am glad to be my mother’s missionary offering.


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Saturday, February 20, 2016

Abraham's Famous Faith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I believe it was missionary, Whittney (I leave off her last name for her future safety), who said it best,
“God has called us ALL to goBut some—He has given you the assignment to stay”.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything.

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

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

And every time I think of our 6 grandsons and how sweet their sugar is, or our precious granddaughter who I won’t get to see turn into a godly young woman and graduate high school, I cry.
BUT THEN-- I think of all those children I have met—and those I’ve not yet metwho are waiting for someone to show them Jesus.  Waiting for someone to BE Jesus in their lives and love them no matter how poor they are.  No matter that they have nothing to offer us--we have MUCH to offer them.  Jesus.  And there they are, just waiting for someone to join our team—so that we can get there and introduce them to Jesus Christ.  God’s Only Son—who loved them so much that HE came and died so that they might have life.
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We’re only asking for one thing—each month—for two years.

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Brittney Hall Photography credited with "birthday photos".  Thank you Brittney!!!

Monday, February 1, 2016

Today, February 1st

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

  “Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes....” ― Frederick Buechner
For the last eight years, I've found joy amidst sadness.  "The sad" tries to horn in on the joy in our daily giving of gratitude to God for His faithful love and ever Present Self.  Don't mistake this post or this month of beautiful February as a month to mourn.  It's not.  It IS a month to celebrate life, love, faith and sisters!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celebrate life!  Celebrate with purple!  :)

We will.








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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Happy Birthday Mother!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

How To Get From Here to There

How to get from here to there-
flying would be the way I'd go
but how exhausting, just so you know. 
How to get from here to there-
friends can help lead the way
and just how, they ask, will we stay? 
How to get from here to there-
help is needed, I'm sure you'll agree
God will direct hearts, we shall soon see.

The task ahead has loomed --mostly after the initial day of "excitement" that came with the news of our approval as missionaries to Bolivia!  

Can I just share my heart a minute?  I haven't done that in a while--and pardon the tears--for they just seem to happen when I mentally see those little faces-it's hard to explain.

If you could experience the anguish of the wait--the internal examination of  your life since you first became aware that you were "you"...like we have the past 11 months or so, since we first said "yes" to a God who sees all and knows every detail....

See, before the national office ever began asking their questions, the old enemy started his:

"who do you think you are?  Are you kidding?  At your age?  What ability do you think  you have?  Seriously?"  Over and over and over.  

Of course, then came the paperwork.  We won't even go there--because there is possibly a  "soon-to-be" called missionary reading this and I certainly don't want to scare  you away--trust me--if God has called you--there is NO other life choice for you.  Paperwork-schmaperwork.  Just do it.

If you could know the feelings that I get preparing for each trip- when the donations begin coming in for school supplies for those kids who will never have a chance at a brand new box of crayons without your help.  Or those little girls who we took dresses to this year--they would have never had the opportunity to have their very own "first time" brand new dress--without your help (East Side Baptist Church-Vernon, FL)--and it honestly leaves me speechless.  And to see the look in the mama's eyes putting it on  her little girl...oh friend, if you could know. You were here...but those dresses worked "there".

If you could know what it feels like to hug the body of a little girl who has never ran  or played like other girls, who gets made fun of because she had an old walker that had been sawed-off to suit her short build, but was still too wide.  If you could see the tears fall hot and fast from her older sisters eyes when we walk in their yard with a brand new child-sized walker with wheels and a seat, and they realized someone saw a need and had compassion.  They may not know the word--but they know the feeling.  And some friends from "here" went "there" by helping buy that walker.

If you could walk into the tiniest one-room-home of a little 13 year old girl and see her little baby--and her own baby doll still in the same one room dwelling and know that her life will never return to playing with dolls because now she has one of her own...and she has to be responsible....

If you could board that airplane coming back home and feel that tug in your heart that you are not finished with what you are supposed to do....if you could dream the dreams that I have had for the past 3 years and see the haunting and desperate faces of those who have not been introduced to Christ yet, and wake with a sweat and urgency that the job must be done quickly--for we are running out of time--and you would feel that to stand before a congregation is a fearsome thing to do because your greatest fear is that just may not "get-it" like it has grabbed your soul for the past 4 years of your life.

But...if by chance...it did grab you, and  you actually did experience all that I have for the past year to get prepared for what the "next phase" of your life is, you would be like me-- taking apart every piece of your life to accommodate the journey ahead.  Just when I think I've pared down enough, I feel a nudge from my heavenly Father..."more, Angie.  Remove more."

If you click on this link, it will take you to our page with AGWM.  From there you can choose to journey and partner with us.  You will not be required to leave your home, but you can invest in our journey and join us for the ride of a lifetime.  I have created this little guide below, but  really, you can choose whatever dollar amount will fit your budget.  Once we get to the field, we will be there for two years.  We hope that everyone who starts out this journey, will finish it well with us!  You can even just give a one time donation--which it is all tax deductible and you will be mailed a receipt each time you contribute.

I remember the first 4 missionaries we began supporting.  One of them I had never met.  But I strongly felt God lead me to begin supporting them.  We added more to our list over the course of the next couple of years and still support them all today.  We can't go to the countries they are in, some are in very sensitive countries, but by giving each month--we are joining them by helping them stay on the field.

Jeff and I have quite a way to go to get there--and we are hoping to get there soon.  Would you like to join us?  There is also a place to sign up to become prayer partners on our page and we hope that everyone will do that.  We really need prayer support.  I learned that in such a major way while we were there in October.  And please pray as we are calling and emailing pastors--we need open doors, ten minute windows, 5 minute windows--whatever is available we will gratefully accept.  God will do the rest.

We humbly thank you--with all that is within us--for the help you are able to give.   If you have any fundraising ideas--please contact either one of us on Facebook or by email--we will be grateful for anything! :)

May God bless you for your sacrifice and love toward us and what He is doing in our lives.


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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Our Christmas WISH

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Pick a star...any star...or make up your own. Whatever fits into your budget--we need  your prayer and support.  No amount is too small--ever.  God knows what we can all do--and when we can't "go"...we can send.  We are excited to begin this journey for the next 2 years.  Then--we'll be home and hopefully will get the opportunity to share IN PERSON with many of you what we saw--and what GOD did.  All the glory for our journey-- all the good we are able to do--ALL goes to HIM!

Click here to go straight to our mission giving page with AGWM.

OOPS!  The piktochart isn't working right for me- I'm still learning.  The map of Bolivia is missing :)  But--that's where we are headed.


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