tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12289815084040200662024-03-13T15:11:45.523-04:00Encouragement for the Journey: Weekly Words and DevotionsLife without encouragement is like cheerios without milk. The round circles of oats just sit on the bottom of the bowl. Add the milk and they are lifted to the top.Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.comBlogger511125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-71710331748564045082018-07-14T08:45:00.004-04:002018-07-14T08:45:35.802-04:00Pitiful and Prayerful<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 16 Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. 17 And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-25159176623134472532018-07-07T09:11:00.000-04:002018-07-07T09:11:02.793-04:00Two Defining Forces<br />
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-51253283503699405342018-06-30T10:15:00.002-04:002018-06-30T10:15:28.028-04:00Shout like the Lilies<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-48687176487850911072018-06-23T09:52:00.002-04:002018-06-23T09:52:39.855-04:00Stand Like a Deer<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">On my way up the driveway, to the college where I work, a deer stood in the middle of the pavement. I stopped the Jeep and watched her. In slow motion, she sauntered off the drive and headed toward the forest. Just before I pulled away, she seemed to nod at me, then take off at a run. The next day, in the same spot, she stood along the road, while another one sipped water from the pond. We often see wildlife on campus, but I don't think I'd seen the deer two days in a row. But the sightings didn't stop there. The next day, I walked to the Westwood building where the windows look out over the woods. Lo and behold (I say that with amazement) a doe preened her fawn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-23768501607693006092018-06-16T09:17:00.002-04:002018-06-16T09:17:49.636-04:00Blessed to Work<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My dad shared his wisdom through words more than his actions. He taught my siblings and me to be responsible and have a solid work ethic. How did he do that? He set the standard by working hard himself. By trade he was a welder. But he was also a man who could fix most anything. I remember when Tim and I purchased a house that needed a lot of fixing, I came home from work and found him and my daughter, Hannah, on the roof repairing the shingles. He was in his seventies. After I finished freaking out a little, he assured me he was fine and not to worry. He went back to his work and patched up the roof.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">1 Thessalonians 4 is one of my favorite passages. I've been a crafter for years, and I work on the computer every day. So I've literally worked with my hands my whole life. In leading a quiet life, I hope I've blessed others as I've labored for Jesus. In Thessalonians, Paul is telling the people not to rest on their laurels, but to continue in their daily work and their efforts for the Lord. I pray we can instill responsibility and respect in younger folks, so that they will learn the value of hard work, both in their jobs and in loving Jesus.</span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-21477716592110531812018-05-26T10:12:00.002-04:002018-05-26T10:12:47.781-04:00Stinky or Pleasant, What's Your Scent?<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-62919254912636724922018-05-19T07:53:00.000-04:002018-05-19T07:53:14.408-04:00Straight Arrow Planning or the Arrow Dance?<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-78166510742918841472018-05-12T08:31:00.002-04:002018-05-12T08:31:19.017-04:00He Will Give You Rest<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-40527220233187016552018-05-05T09:01:00.002-04:002018-05-05T09:01:18.629-04:00How about a God Hug?<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-43552467004434374852018-04-28T09:03:00.002-04:002018-04-28T09:03:21.919-04:00Prayers Rise to Heaven<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-73909350487508920402018-04-21T08:54:00.002-04:002018-04-21T08:54:34.221-04:00Sprinter<div class="MsoNormal">
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-48170371024229942842018-04-14T09:16:00.002-04:002018-04-14T09:16:31.610-04:00Fear is a Liar!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I stood on the platform wearing a harness attached to a long, heavy cord. All I had to do was step off, and fly through the air. Across the lake, my daughter, Hannah, and husband, Tim, waited for me to glide across the zip line and meet them on the other side. I'd cheered Tim on as he took the trip just moments before. But for some reason I couldn't take the leap. It wasn't like I'd never zipped. I'd taken this same line a year or so before. And I loved it. But this time, instead of embracing the excitement, fear gripped me. My anxiety peaked. I couldn't let go. Much to my disappointment, Hannah's friend and co-worker, Rachel, had to help me out of the harness. I climbed down the steps and trudged around the lake to meet my family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">I'd been defeated by fear, one of the most frustrating feelings in the world. Sad thing is, the fear wasn't real. I'd ridden the zip line before and had no problems at all. How many times do we create fear in our minds. When this happens the story gets bigger and bigger. Most of the time the very thing we fear is never realized. Have you heard the song <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1srs1YoTVzs">Fear is a Liar</a>? How the liar wants to stop us from moving forward. He wants us to doubt God. He wants us to be paralyzed in our tracks unable to follow God's lead. But guess what! God doesn't want to let that happen. If we turn our fears over to him through prayer, he will walk us through every single fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">I flew to Hannah's last month and yes, I had some fear. Not so much of the flight itself, but more the whole layover, getting on a different plane idea. My fear came to fruition, I missed my flight from Philly to Greenville, through no fault of my own. I admit, I panicked, cried and wanted to crumple. But guess what. God had my hand. He led me to a lovely young lady who got me on another flight and even gave me a much needed hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-89016053426437476972018-04-07T09:09:00.003-04:002018-04-07T09:09:36.305-04:00Can We Have a Happy Place?<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-10387286286390819442018-03-31T07:00:00.000-04:002018-03-31T07:00:21.874-04:00Alive? What Do You Mean He's Alive?<br />
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-12754436975684158582018-03-24T09:52:00.000-04:002018-03-24T09:52:16.726-04:00He Breathed His Last Breath<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">After Jesus dragged his cross to the top of the hill, the soldiers nailed his hands and feet to the wood, then dropped the cross into a hole in the ground. With a thud, they planted him there. With a thief on either side, Jesus waited to die. Unlike the jellyfish, this was not a natural process. He was murdered by the people who despised him. Sad as he was about it, he knew his Father's plan for his life and understood his place in the story of salvation. After humiliation, frustration, and pain, Jesus committed his spirit to God and breathed his last breath. He knew his role, he knew the sacrifice involved. Jesus died because he loves us. He died to set us free.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-90224298718467936052018-03-03T09:53:00.000-05:002018-03-03T09:53:07.018-05:00This Old Tent<div class="MsoNormal">
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We took on that hope, cheering her on. On Saturday, she swished that ball through the basket. As a family we persevered with her as she practiced and worked toward the goal.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">These examples of hope and perseverance may seem simple, but every step we took was dressed in love. Dilly and I had people who cared about us and supported us as we focused on our goals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Jesus, the giver of hope, came to earth. He knew he'd be crucified— tortured for our sins. Yet because he loves us, he chose to persevere. His is the truest story of hope and perseverance. Jesus, hope in human flesh, rose from the grave to give anyone who follows him the hope of eternal life. With that, God sends the Holy Spirit to persevere with us through this life. I praise God for the Holy Spirit. He's with us every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-49819997193921845432018-02-03T11:22:00.001-05:002018-02-03T11:22:31.642-05:00He's our Protector<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Proverbs 3:6-7<br />Trust in the Lord with all your heart<br /> and lean not on your own understanding;<br /> in all your ways submit to him,<br /> and he will make your paths straight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">When we're at home our dog, Tater, parks himself between us. He's our protector. Without a doubt, he'd place himself between me and an attacker. That's just who he is. He's a good dog who loves us. He trusts us, too. He knows he'll be fed, watered, and walked every</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">day. If my dog can show love through protection and trust, I can too. With my children, I've always been the mother bear. Protection mode, all the time. My husband loves me by watching out for me, and I love that. But what about the part, love always trusts? Yes, Tater trusts us to take care of him. But maybe there's more to loving and trusting.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">One of the most difficult things I've ever done is turn my loved ones safety, health, and life over to the one who loves them the most. At times, as a mama bear my anxiety choked my ability to think straight. I felt helpless. No matter what I thought I could do, it wasn't enough. That's when I knew I had to look up and pray to God. The one I entrust my loved ones to needed to hear my pleas. He's the one I truly have faith in. It's not easy to let go and give our needs to God. But I know when I do, God gives me strength and comfort. He pours his peace over me. I'll admit, I still struggle with letting go and letting God. But that doesn't keep me from trusting in him and crying out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Love always protects and trusts when we hand our cares and worries over to the one we believe can move a mountain. Even when the situation seems impossible, God cares and listens. The creator and worker of miracles loves you more than you and those you love even know. Trust the Lord with all your heart because he loves you.</span></div>
Penny Frost McGinnishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10799361121896851737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228981508404020066.post-941897268069874762018-01-27T12:12:00.001-05:002018-01-27T12:12:18.071-05:00Choose Love<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">John 11:3-5<br />So the sisters sent word to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick."<br />When he heard this, Jesus said, "This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">I've been reading a novel where the main character flees from her abusive husband. Here's the kicker—the husband who physically, mentally, and emotionally abuses her, says he loves her. The story breaks my heart, but thanks to God, she's surrounded by friends who love her and help her. Even though this is fiction, the story resonates with truth. People say they love others, but is the love reflective of evil or God's truth? Does the "best friend" gossip behind her BFFs back? Maybe a sibling's anger over who-knows-what creates an uncomfortable situation. I could go on, but I think you see where I'm heading with this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">The love I have for my spouse, my children, my parents, my siblings, my friends, my church— must rejoice in truth. Just like Jesus loved his family and friends. In the book of John, we read about Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. Jesus could have said, "sorry sisters, I can't do a thing to help out Lazarus." He could have left them to mourn their brother. But instead, Jesus went to them and healed his friend who he loved. He rejoiced in the truth that Lazarus' restored life brought glory to God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Life brings choices. Decisions on how I treat the people I'm called to love. Do I belittle them to make myself look better? Do I yell at them? Do I ignore their needs? Or do I reach out to them as Jesus did, with love?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">1 Corinthians 13:4-8</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. </span></blockquote>
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