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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
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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 one-way traffic, your feedback, your thoughts, your comments and your opinion on whatever is discussed matters a lot, be it a stand-alone story or article, or a series, please do remember to drop your thoughts each time, it helps me rest assured that I am not alone on this.

So, Welcome! 

Welcome to Spirit Pen Inspirations! A cyberspace where God dwells!

Yours in Christ,
Joy Adeayo Adewumi.
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THE GIST!

THE GIST! Written by Joy A. Adewumi ‘Prisca, come, did you hear the gist?’ I overhead Mimi’s voice from the other side of the door as I let myself into my room where she was visiting with my roommate, Prisca. As I walked in, both heads turned to me and Mimi chirped, ‘ ehn-ehn , it’s even better that you’re here too.’ I gave her a sidelong look that screamed, “what did you hear again?” ‘Welcome,’ Prisca greeted as she laughed at my expression while Mimi twisted her mouth and said, ‘ Ehn , welcome! Sha come and sit down. Apparently neither of you has heard the latest.’ I shook my head at her and replied, ‘Me, I have to pray first, so that the Holy Spirit can guide my contribution to your gist.’ Prisca chuckled again, shaking her head at our exchange. Barely had I sat down with them than Mimi launch into her gist. ‘So, there’s big news about one Senior Pastor at Glory of Heaven Church!’ I groaned as I threw my head back while Prisca got into another laughing fit. ‘So this pastor, Mimi, w...
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Don't Pull the Plug!

Don't Pull the Plug! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'I'm done here! I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm not cut out for this, really.' Ifeoma lamented as we sat on the carpeted floor in our room, facing each other, trying to cram as much of those pharmacy laws as possible as we prepared for PCA401 that was to hold the next day. She raised a palm to her forehead and rubbed what must be a throbbing spot. My heart went out to her. Every student feels pressured and exhausted during exams, but somehow Ify had it worse. Each single semester she was usually like this and I just kept encouraging her and praying with her as we both helped each other pull through the exams. This time however had been especially hard on her. She was always rubbing at her head and complaining of a terrible ache and I honestly wished the exams would come and go and be over with. I sighed and watched as she stretched her body out on the floor. 'It's our penultimate year already...
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Have You Found Honey?

  Have You Found Honey? (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'See Itohan, abeg don't start with me this afternoon. I don't have time for your palava, biko.' Ruth hissed wagging her forefinger at Itohan while the latter simply shook her head like she would at a petulant child. 'My dear, the devil has purposed to sift you like wheat but like the Saviour, I am praying for you. You can't be a Christian and be watching all these Hollywood, Bollywood or Korean series. They are from the pit of hell! I've warned you times without number!' Itohan repeated the same thing she had been singing for the past five minutes to a now exasperated Ruth. Ruth turned to me, her eyes begging for help. I on the other hand was simply trying hard not to laugh at the old drama that was never stale unfolding before my eyes. Click here to buy Lekki Sisi I had determined a long time ago not to get myself involved in petty arguments like this one between my roommates. So, whenever they s...
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Men as Trees...

  Men as Trees... (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) Damaris jolted to her feet as the lady who'd entered the pastor's office some minutes ago came out and shut the door behind her. Finally! After waiting for about an hour and half, it was finally her turn to see the pastor! Were Counselling Tuesdays always like this? As she walked into the office, she was presented with the familiar smiling sight of her pastor. 'Hey! Look at who we have here.' He laughed in his signature robust manner and despite herself and the reasons that had brought her there, she smiled. 'What brings you here, you could have called, you know?' Oh! She knew alright that she could have called, but calling was one thing, getting a hold of him was another entirely. 'I know, but really are Counselling Tuesdays always like this?' 'Right now, I don't know how many there are in the waiting room, but it wouldn't matter even if I asked, because just when I think I'm almost d...
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