In loving memory of Ida and Luther "Boots" Knight. My grandfather has been gone for 23 years and my grandmother for 11 years. I miss them greatly. There are days still that I wish I could call them for prayer.

My grandparents were the most wonderful people in the world. If my grandfather teased you or poked fun, you knew he likes you. My grandmother could double dutch better than anyone I knew. You never left their house hungry or feeling unloved. You felt God's presence through them. Others say that my Granny's biscuits and gravy were the one thing they would remember..... For me... The one thing I remember, they prayed for me. Non stop. Anytime I needed it. Day or night. They were a phone call away. I remember calling so many times in tears to be comforted and lifted up in prayer, didn't matter who was present. My grandparents were unashamed to praise God or to lift someone in need up in prayer.

Even at the end of my grandmother's life, she may not have been clear about what had happened in her past... But she would tell you exactly what God had done for her.

God Bless!!