About Malorie Cunningham

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Tue, 25 Sep 2012 00:27:01 -0400

Remember Beans from Even Stevens...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:42:03 -0400

there are few times i want to be other people but every time i...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 23:35:26 -0400

there are few times i want to be other people but every time i see or hear this girl, that’s when i have those moments..

Simple Forgiveness.

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:51:37 -0400

Matthew 18:21-22 Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” (22) Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.

Forgiving as a follower of Jesus Christ has always made sense to me. It’s never been something I’ve had to struggle with, Lord willing, or try to understand. Jesus gave us examples throughout scripture of how we should forgive. Even nailed to the cross Jesus ask God to forgive them. Forgiveness comes from love. Being able to have the amount of love God gives to me to forgive ALL my sins, why couldn’t I have the same love for others and do the same? Something that really evens the playing field is our abilities to sin. And someone else’s sin is no worse than my own sin. So who am I to withhold forgiveness of another man’s sin when I myself am sinner and have been forgiven by the Creator who shows the greatest love? You following me? Good.

That being said, I realized tonight that one of my greatest faults is accepting forgiveness. See, sometimes sin can get so big or messy that it takes us several times of asking God to forgive us again. It’s like a scratched record playing over and over in your mind. It’s a memory of sin that you can’t escape.

Tonight I saw forgiveness that was hard for me to swallow. It was from my best friend. They didn’t have to forgive me. They had every right to not forgive me in fact. But in the face of this permanent, undo-able, damaging truth my best friend chose forgiveness. Their love for me was so large and great that they forgave me, comforted me and continued to love me. Knowing that let’s me realize what greater love God has for me, love I can’t fathom. Love much stronger than that of my friend’s. And to know the amount of times God chooses to forgive me. He doesn’t just take that one sin against my best friend and forgive, He takes it all! What love! What freedom! The truth is, no sin is ever strong enough to need that scratched record playing in our minds. The freedom is waiting from the moment we ask for it.

i love him

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 01:02:24 -0400

i love him

Please Lord bless me with this closet. Amen.

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 19:36:09 -0500

Please Lord bless me with this closet. Amen.

This is how my favorite celebrity crush got the...

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 23:40:24 -0500

This is how my favorite celebrity crush got the girl.
That’s how my favorite boyfriend got this girl.
Best wishes to all those friend zone champions.

I May Never Understand For Along Time

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 02:36:00 -0500

Ever seem like God’s giving you something you’ve been yearning for but did not see yourself ready for, especially something that had a bad taste the first few times? This is the best way I can spin it: It’s like being in a devastating car crash and being forced behind the wheel once again. All those memories of the wreck. The sudden hit, the broken glass, the flip, maybe even some physical pain. Well I’ve swept up my broken glass, turned the car back over, and healed the bruises but I can’t shake the memories or the fear it will happen again. I’ve even got a brand new car with top of the line safety features and an extra cup holder or two. It’s almost perfect and I know it’s just the match God intended. But I struggle trusting God. I love my car. I love God. I know my car only wants to be the best for me and God only wants the best FOR me. So why am I letting the broken glass determine my faith in the new and purified gifts God is giving me now. I have to know that everything will work according to those who love God. I have to also trust that. My knuckles are getting kind of tight from this grip I’m trying to keep. But every time I let go and let God do what God does it all falls into it’s proper place. I don’t understand the things God does and His timing. Maybe, probably never will. Who said I have too though? All I HAVE to do is trust God and His blessings.

I mustache you a question…but i’ll shave it for...

Tue, 18 Oct 2011 22:58:14 -0400

I mustache you a question…but i’ll shave it for later. Because I really would love to stay and talk but I mustache.

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Tue, 18 Oct 2011 01:09:51 -0400

ATTACKS BY SATAN: This is a personal story (without the names)

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 21:26:00 -0400

For weeks now I have been pushed around by a fellow member of, believe it or not, my ministry team! On many occasions this person has caused me to feel small and belittled. Feeling small is something I struggle with daily (i.e. my previous blog about insecurities—it was number 3) which this person wouldn’t know because they haven’t taken time to see and know who I truly am in Christ. It’s strange to me because I am so friendly and seem to have a generally “good friendship” with this person from day to day. However, this person finds moments to take jabs and steal my joy when I’m simply having a good time. It really hurts because it’s always very public and many people see this person as a “golden one”. I don’t understand why this happening but it hurts more than this person could realize. It just so happens that this evening I got reprimanded by a leader of our ministry, or rather addressed shall I say, because one of my photo posted as my profile picture on one of my social networks was deemed “inappropriate” and “immodest” and reported to our leader by some people on the team. Now I honestly wouldn’t have thought instantly of this person if they hadn’t left a rude comment on the photo a few days earlier. A comment, that if you were really concerned with my picture, would have been better left for a message or face to face. I know this is Satan doing work and it is really defeating my feelings and honestly…..I’ve cried on more than one occasion to my mother about this. I don’t know how to handle this and I want to be able to do it in the most Christ like way possible. And throughout my days spending time with God, I’ve been feeling like it’s not transforming me and making a difference though I am in full sincerity before God and our time together. And now that I see these attacks I am fully aware now that I have to be becoming more like Christ because Satan wouldn’t attack me otherwise! What a revelation! This is what I have to cling to now. But I would appreciate any prayers you can offer as I try to handle this situation and develop my relationship with the Lord and yearn to hear his voice.

In Christ,

Malorie Agnes Cunningham

Dry. Love.

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 00:47:12 -0400

I feel so spiritually dry. I force myself to read the bible but my desire isn’t always there. But somehow when I walk away from reading I never regret a single moment I spent in. I feel so useless to the Kingdom. Every night last week I broke down into tears over so many different things EVERY SINGLE NIGHT and I know that was God breaking me into tiny little humbling pieces and yet I still feel far. I feel like I’m not a good enough of a “Godly woman”. But honestly that’s just the thing, I’m not good enough and never will be good enough and don’t have to be “good enough” because God didn’t die for me because I was “good enough”. He died for me because He simply loved me and that’s that. God’s love….what a thought! I can’t fathom. I’m speechless. Why? Why would He ever love me so. And be jealous for me. And call me child. And protect me. And invite me to spend eternity with him. How great the Father’s love. And in this love I see that there’s no way I could feel dry when I think of the His amazing love. I’m loved by the King, the one who slung the stars across the sky. Let your love pour out God. I’m sorry for my selfishness and my fleshy desires to ignore you and choose to walk according to my wants. Please guide me. Show me. I want more of you God.

Late Night Thought

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 02:48:05 -0400

okay never mind. i was in front of this stupid computer for like 7 minutes trying to think of a clever thought to say. nothing. nothing is what i came up with. ado.

If A Chicken Had Lips, Could It Whistle?

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 15:22:52 -0400

My 3 Biggest Insecurites and God's Truth.

Sun, 06 Mar 2011 01:48:00 -0500

Sometimes I feel small. Small and ugly and insignificant.

Small. Satan is very smart. He knows I’m seeking after the Father and is aware of how he has swayed me away from following God in the past and how it’s not working anymore. So now, in his attempt to win, he throws at me guilt. Guilt. My mind can picture and retrace all of the sins I have commited against Christ. And my heart breaks. That’s conviction. I love the Lord so much and to hurt Him, well that makes me want to cry. The problem with this is I’ve already repented and been forgiven and though I can still see the picture of crime in my mind, God can’t. It’s so hard for me to fathom that. And Satan is a sneaky fellow. He places these images in mind at night for me to relive over and over. And so many times, I cry myself to sleep. The Father of Lies, who told me that sin would be so good is now telling me how horrible I am because of it. And I feel small and empty and worthless constantaly. What twisted evil. Can I just say Satan is a jerk! He begins telling me that I don’t deserve this anymore because of that or that I’ll never be enough because of what I did then. And so many other things. But this is when I open God’s word and see truth. That no one on this earth deserves anything. We and our flesh are flithy, there’s not one bit of good inside of us unless we have Christ. And that price that Christ paid on that Cross is a gift that we could never earn. Even our good deeds are flithy rags in His eyes. It was He’s love for us and He’s grace. And when I see this truth I know that guilt is not of Christ only grace, only love and it’s enough.

Ugly. There are so many things you can tear yourself up over on your body and face. It’s so easy to look in the mirror and feel you don’t measure up. I feel like I’ve felt this way my whole life. I’m sure a lot of girls do. It’s hard sometimes to believe your beautiful, especially with the world telling you, your not quite there yet. So let me honestly tell you what I see in the mirrior when I wake up: my nose is too big, my skin is just plain ugly, my abs are hidden behind extra skin that shouldn’t be there, my legs are the painful to look at, my hair is hideous and i’m not as pretty as (insert name here). It’s a never ending cycle of telling myself that I don’t measure up. And now I want to slap myself in the face and anyone who agrees with me because the thing is I just stood in the mirror for ten minutes and said, “God, your work is awful.” How wrong is that. Did the God of the universe took the time to think of me and create me just to hear me say that His creation was ugly? I don’t think so. God, the King of Kings is entralled with my beauty. “Listen, O’ Daughter, Don’t miss a word. Forget your people and your father’s house. The King is entralled by your beauty; Honor Him. For He is your Lord.” Psalm 45:10-11. My body is a gift from God. He created it the way He did for a reason. And I’m grateful for His gift. You look around and you think there’s no way I can complete, she’s smarter, she’s prettier, she’s better at that then me. But here’s some good news: The God who slung the stars across the heavens, whose very breath gives life, that God, the King has always been taken with you. He thinks you’re goregous. When God looks at you, He sees all the beauty He created. He sees every potential. Every gift. Afterall, you were His idea!

Insignificant. I find myself wanting to making a huge difference for Christ, a difference that has nothing to do with me, only the humbling fact that God chose to use me as a tool for His mighty work. And though it is encouragement, sometimes being around so many people who have the same desires and talk with such wisdom and seem to have it all together can be intimadating and can make me feel insignificant in comparison. Which, I know is foolish because God can and would love to use everyone, no matter where they’ve been and I can remember being that girl that everyone thought had it all together when I was crumbling inside so I know it’s also false to think that someone actually does. But Satan is crafty and wants me to believe that I can’t make a difference but if we hold to God’s truth He will use us in a mighty way. My heart is truly yearning for the Lord but I feel like God would be better off using someone else that I see yearning for God, someone ”more Godly” and that is so dumb of my mind to think. And that is why I am not God. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than earth, so are my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9. I hold to the promise God has a plan for me. A wild plan, that’s all to do with Him! I know His word is true, and I also believe as it goes on in passage 55 that “so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but it will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose fo which I sent it. You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace.” 55:11-12. I pray that God will take me and destory this insiginficant feeling that Satan is attacking me. For I know God’s word and promises are not left empty and will be fulfilled. I must continue to seek Him.

"Most people would learn from there mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying they had them."

Mon, 21 Feb 2011 15:32:41 -0500

“Most people would learn from there mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying they had them.”