Spirit Pen Inspirations

My Grace is Sufficient for You. ( A short story written by Joy A. Adewumi ) 'You really have to apologize, Grace.' The Voice whispered to my heart and I groaned audibly. I've always believed there are some hard sides to walking in the Spirit and one of them is the unconditional obedience one needs to practice in accordance to the will of God. When the going is good and your sweetest desires are in line with God's will, the walk is pleasurable. The bone of contention however comes up, when you have to lay down your pride and ambitions to be the christian the Holy Spirit desires you to be. 'Grace, he's coming, you should apologize.' The firm whisper came again, even as I sighted Felix, coming down the hall. Well, you're wondering what could be so hard that my Senior Partner and I have to tussle over, aren't you? Here it is. Getting to work this morning, I worked in to find a mess of paperwork a teammate of mine had left unattended since the day

Why are You Running? (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Wow, Tinu! You write so well! You're especially good at it, you think it might be a ministry?' I asked my friend as I read her latest article on her blog while I visited. She really is amazing! She has a way with words that has you glued to your screen till you're done reading whatever she writes.  She has a huge readership too which convinces me of the fact that I'm not the only one with the opinion that she's a 'wow writer'. 'Oh! I'm sure it's a ministry.' Tinu replied with a light chuckle, then turned towards me as her tone got decidedly lighter. 'What I'm not sure of is if I'm doing it right.' Is this babe kidding me?! I mean, she writes great, and teaches good lessons too. A huge readership also attests to this! Isn't that all that matters? So I voiced out my wonder. 'Babe, you've got to be kidding me! What could you

Do not Crash-read! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) My mum and I howled in laughter as we watched a rom-com together that fateful Friday night. It was our special routine and it never got monotonous, she is a great movie buddy and since the apple never falls far from the tree, we have similar habits, like running commentary as the movie plays and pausing a scene to have a good laugh, or playing it backwards to watch a scene over and over again. It wasn't a new movie, but the excitement and fun was always new! A scene played out where a sixteen year old was writing a letter to God as to how she wanted her future husband to look like and as she allegedly innocently went on, it turned out to be an in depth description of the her high school's basketball team captain. At the realization, almost at the same time, mum and I burst into laughter with popcorns half-chewed in our mouths. 'Talking of God and future husbands...' Mum suddenly quipped after our laughter died down

He'll Make a Way. (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I rubbed my palm over my face as tears of disappointment sprung in my eyes. My web search for scholarship opportunities since the past two months when I got my admission for graduate studies has proved futile with each passing day and all my mails have been replied with no open door in sight. The semester I was admitted for was just about two months away and I didn't have any means of funding to take up the enrollment. As I leaned back after officially exhausting all my options, I wondered at what point one knows to give up! I really did not want to give up. I wanted to fight till the end, knowing somewhere, somehow, the funding for my enrollment would pop up, but with every closed door that I encountered, my bravado went down a notch. I really wanted to be that woman of faith who sees open doors when in reality all the doors are closed, but I realised that sermon was easier preached than practiced. Tho

Just Talk! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) It was the tenth time Amaka was sighing that evening. No, I wasn't counting, it just felt like it. Of course, I probably was the only who noticed, not because I was the most observant, but because somehow, every other person was somehow glued to her phone and occupied. It was unusual to see Amaka out in the living room with the rest of the occupants of our three bedroom flat, but I guess even the most introverted people have to get out of their shell at some time during this lockdown period. Amaka is the sort of lady who leaves for a run while some of us are just rousing from sleep and still manages to leave for work before any other person in the flat. When she returns from work, she simply makes the cursory greetings and disappear into her room, for the day. She's that girl you live with but don't really know, she's in fact, an amazing case study of introversion. These days however, as expected of a

Dear reader, It is, honestly, a source of great joy for me to have you in this space at this point in time, and I'm very grateful to God for the grace to create this blog. I believe strongly, and hope you do too, that this space will be a channel of great blessings for both the writer and the readers. Here is where the Spirit of God dwells and it's where His inspiration flows . The Spirit Pen Inspirations will be a cyberspace for godly inspiring writings - fiction and nonfiction, that will lift your spirit, warm your heart and  you in remembrance of the full and abundant life you in have in Christ Jesus.  The life of unspeakable joy to carry you through the thickest and the thinnest, unconditional love from Divinity Himself, super-abundant grace to waltz you through the stormy gale, helping you emerge as a victor; and the hope that, after it all, we will be with our Saviour at last! Here in Spirit Pen Inspirations, I'd like you to know, it's not a on