A Knight's Journey

Hey, y'all.  Can you do me a sweet favor?  I cannot imagine why/how in the world I could have forgotten how to do things quickly and easily (maybe age??) on my blog--but I'm having trouble having the subscribe button work as it should. Let me know if it works for you.  Find it in the upper left corner in the little drop-down menu. :)   I have two blogs (actually three if you count the Focus Forward Ministry website).   The other blog is actually a combination of the original "Knightly News" (before I bought a domain name), and "Sisters of Faith".  It's all squished in there somehow.  The odd thing is, even though it's supposed to have captured them all, I cannot find a few of my really oldest blogs....oh well.  It happens sometimes, right?   Anyway, the other blog is called "Living Intentionally", under jeffandangieknight.com .  It is the blog I've used for all our mission trips etc.   I've blogged since 2007, and the earlier ones

Several years ago, 2008 to be precise, my baby sister, Aimee and I went to Concord, North Carolina to my first "She Speaks Conference".  We were beyond excited!  We left our home, stopped by McDonald's for iced coffee (like we needed the caffeine!--We did NOT need it!) and started out driving north. I was the designated driver when we left home, Aimee was going to give directions.   By the time we reached Phoenix City, AL and she didn't tell me in time to get on the on ramp, I felt like she would be the better driver and I would be the better "On Star Guide, or GPS" for the trip.  That meant SHE was going to have to drive through Atlanta.  (Giggle) We arrived safely at our destination and got checked in to our room.  We oooed and aahhhed over all the details on the conference.  All the signs and banners--all the unique things that we encountered along the way.  We felt like Ellie Mae and Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies come to town.  Maybe not quite that

Part Two of what I didn't get to from my devotion on Saturday ladies brunch with our awesome EC Chicks.  It was a sweet time with some amazing ladies.   For years, while I was busy raising my precious daughters, my prayer time was right before I went to sleep. I would wait until bedtime, after I had prayed with my girls, or listened to them pray, I would talk to God and often write in an old journal that is long gone now.   Sometimes my prayer time was standing at the kitchen sink.  I've had more than a few prayers with my hands in soapy water trying to clean hardened bits of casseroles off of pyrex while I slowly relinquished the hardness of my heart to Jesus' merciful hands.  If I'm alone at home, the praying and talking to God is done aloud.  If there are others around, I tend to be more "in my head/heart" praying. I've spilled many tears into the dishwater while He cleaned my heart.  I took my complaints, my frustrations, my anxieties and my broken

"But now, this is what the  Lord   says—      he who created you, Jacob,      he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;      I have summoned you by name; you are mine. 2  When you pass through the waters,      I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers,      they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire,      you will not be burned;      the flames will not set you ablaze. 3  For I am the  Lord  your God,      the Holy One of Israel, your Savior..."  Isaiah 43: 1- 3 I have felt compelled to share something I've shared with very few--but maybe someone needs to know how I made it through. I will use "I" more in this blogpost than "we" because I can only speak for myself.  I can't tell you how anyone else feels or responds in similar situations, because every person handles things in different ways . The verse above was a lifeline for me before I was ever diagnosed with breast cancer.  When I would