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Christine Malkemes

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  • Birthday 02/13/1955

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  1. I'm not sure how this works.  I noticed some traffic going back and forth for writers or interviewers.  Is this directed to me or someone else and if it directed to me, I will need writers guidance and assignment.  Thank you.

    1. anaander

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      Hi I just replied to a post in the forum looking for writers. 

  2. Walt, I agree with you on so many levels. Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. May your enduring faith become enriched in your slow, but steady time in the Secret Place. Chris
  3. I was a long distance runner when I was in the Army. I stubbornly decided to do better on the physical fitness test than anyone - including the men. I never met the max for men, but I did leave more than my share of men in the dust in the two-mile run. Not saying I'm proud of my attitude. I had need for speed. I had the same attitude when it came to reading God's Word. I would buzz through the chapters in the "Do the Bible in a Year Race" thinking I was gaining spiritual fitness. I powered my way through Bible from God's Creation and to Revelation. I would leave the room full, but not fulfilled. At my last doctor appointment, he announced, "No more running for you." I thought, "What? Wait! You mean I have to walk? Walking is for wimps!" Again, not proud of my attitude. So I walked. I hated it at first. But, in the slowness, I began to see things from a different perspective. I experienced things on a whole new level. Colors were colorful. I saw the redness of a cardinal. I felt the sweet caress of the wind in my hair. I noticed a yellow butterfly flit from flower to flower as if taunting me with her, "Don't you wish you looked like me?" Walking awakened in me the reality of a beautiful world. This experience changed the way I approached Scripture. I started walking through the Scriptures. I breathed in God Word with a heart of expectation. I wasn't gulping in the Word; it infused me. It wasn't gobbled up but savored. No guzzling. I was drinking cool, clear living water. I dug deep shovel-by-shovel until the hidden treasure surface. This reading awakened in me the reality of God's love. He whispered Words of Wisdom in my ear and my heart slowed to the rhythm of my Master. My spiritual senses matured. My approach was prayerful, and intentional. I realized God was present in the reading of His Word. We walked together, talked about Abraham, Sarah and the foolishness of Lot. I watched in amazement as Jesus showed me how He walked on the water. I tried to warn Peter to keep His eyes on Jesus moments before he falls. I saw Him take the once stormy waters and make them calm, peaceful, and safe. We laughed as we watched the bridegroom taste that water turned to wine. It was good! I lifted my heart in praise with Psalmist and accepted Wisdom's call in Proverbs. I can't explain it, but my times in the Word were better than ever before. His knowledge extra sturdy and I handled His correction with grace and not guilt. Now my eyes open, my ears clear, my mind uncluttered and my soul touched by the Holy. It's my manna - enough nourishment for the day. I'm not full but fulfilled. Sometimes I miss a step or two, stumbling in the ebb and flow of life. But I miss Him so much I have to return. I need His faithful presence like a flower needs sunshine. I no longer feel guilty or frustrated. We start all over again. He knows me and need to know for today. It's no longer a run, but a walk. God's not disappointed in me. He walks with me and talks with me. I trust Him. I found the secret of the Yielded Heart. It's a beautiful thing. It's a sweet, personal and intimate. It's the race set for me. He knows the finish line. People wonder today, "Is it possible to walk with God today?" I say, "Yes!" We take it one day at a time. It's not so much as footprints in the sand, but footprints on the heart. How about a walk? My son (daughter), do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring prosperity. Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straights. Proverbs 3:1-6
  4. It's true. The Gift of love is not as easy as we think. Thank you for sharing,
  5. I always thought I was the only one who noticed this about the sermon on the mount/plains. Yes, Sir! He was talking to the disciples. Thanks for sharing.
  6. I don’t know about you, but I’m a seeker – a seeker of stories. I love to hear how other people come to know our Savior and Lord. Someday you might get a chance to hear testimony by drawing up the courage to ask, “How did you meet the Lord?” He reveals Himself extraordinarily in ordinary lives. This story is no different. An ordinary day in an ordinary restaurant. Join me, will you, and see what happens: I looked at her with newfound admiration, tuning out the breakfast enthusiasts so I could hear her story. There was more here than met the eye. I saw a cultured, well-dressed, intelligent woman with a message. She talked about her God as if He were seated at the table with us. She knew Him intimately. It was felt in her words – it was seen on her face. What happens in a person’s life to make God so real? When she was sixteen, her body had crumbled beneath the clutches of muscular dystrophy. Her young body moved like an old woman, and the doctors couldn’t do anything for her except keep her comfortable. She knew intimately what this horrible disease did to her family. Death always leaves a shadow. “What happened?” I asked her.
She said, “I cried to God, ‘Heal me or kill me!’ I watched as her brown eyes close in memory and her lips revealed with clarity what happened. Her faith was challenged, and she met it head-on. Who was this God?
 Is He who He says He is?
 She begged and begged for healing without resolution. She knocked on heaven’s door, so loudly the echoes shook in her soul. In response, there was silence - a hurting silence. Something was happening, something unseen, deep down in the recesses of her soul. Not a healing, but a presence. Her confidence grew in Him, and in strength, she just walked out of the hospital without looking back. Her doctor, with unusual emotional attachment, tried to convince her to stay. He held little hope for her except premature death Then she did the unthinkable - she stopped taking her medications - cold turkey. In response, her body convulsed, shuddered but she fought through the pain. Within weeks she’d lost 40 pounds. Was God taking her feeble, nearly lifeless, body with the disease? She returned to the doctor who thought she was on death’s bed. The doctor could explain it, but a miracle happened: tests, tests, and more tests substantiated her faith. Her God was still in the healing business. Right there in Denny’s, I lifted my coffee cup in a salute - such faith should be recognized. Here was a healthy, happy fortyish wife and mother with a powerful testimony. She’d discovered a pearl of great price – she found the power in a yielded heart – a heart beating to the rhythm of her Master.Her testimony touched me by its raw reality. I would have been content if the story had ended there like some great fairy tale, but it didn’t. This experience was just the beginning of a lifetime of troubles. But it was foundational for her and strengthened her faith. God had shown Himself faithful. The more she depended on Him, the more He intervened on her behalf. Relationship issues, health problems, and emotional struggles were yielded to her Savior. Each time she found Him faithful and each time God did not disappoint. I could have listened to her life story all day if that were possible. Sisters we had become and sisters of faith we would remain. She knew her God by name – It’s etched on her heart, mind, and soul. It pours out of her like an overflowing vessel. Scripture, again and again, becomes true in those who lean on His Word: The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek You. Psalm 9:9-10
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