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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...

Little things...

Little things ( Written by Joy A. Adewumi ) I love to cuddle and snuggle under the warmth of my covers whenever the rain begins to drizzle. But then, I can't help but get goosebumps when I realise that this same weather I'm loving and relishing is what accounts for a bad day for someone else.  Someone out there in the dead cold of the night as the rain pours and I snore blissfully away is homeless and quaking to the bones.  I'm glad for the weather but he is wondering why God hates him so and then in those moments I pull off the sheets, pull my knees up and say "thank you Jesus!" You wake up each day and all you want is to raise the amount in your bank account by a wheeone with a less paying job is going crazy about how to come up with hundreds of thousands a week, to take care of his ailing aged mother.  You see, the littlest things, those ones that are supposedly normal, are sometimes the biggest miracles in our lives. Why? This is because we never asked for the...

Living Our Best Lives!

Living Our Best Lives! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I had only spent two days at Mide's place when I realised that something was very wrong.  On my first night at her place, she trudged in after a hard and long day's work, looking bowed under the effect of the  difficult commute between the island, where she worked and the mainland, where she lived. My heart went out to her and, I was glad I had taken the liberty of using her kitchen to prepare dinner for both of us. A week before, I had called my friend from my place of residence in Abeokuta, letting her know I would be  in Lagos for a three-day training. I'd asked if she could accommodate me for some days. She was elated and sounded excited about my request and I was sure she looked forward to it. I also did. Though finally being able to get on-board with the other trainees who would be learning from world-class chocolatier and baker Jess Sanders was like a dream come true for me, the fact that I would be coming ho...

Guilt-free

Guilt-free ( Written by Joy A. Adewumi) It was a beautiful rainy and cool Friday evening, perfect TGIF mood and perfect recipe for blankets, desserts and Netflix, but Rhoda was killing the mood without even trying. Rather than the normal talkativeness at the table as we took light dinner before settling into the delicious order of the evening, my roommate was brooding and pushing around my legendary Jollof rice on her plate. She hadn't even eaten a grain. I had plans for tonight, beautiful plans that did not involve pulling out a moody best friend out of her melancholy, but apparently there had to be some adjustments to the plan. 'Madam, I don't know if you've noticed but you aren't eating.' I commented after a while. 'I don't have an appetite.' The human being had the effrontery to say! She was kidding right? This is my legendary, literally award-winning Jollof rice we are talking about here! Even invalids develop appetites when my Jollof rice ...