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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...

My Grace is Sufficient for You.

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...

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...

Even in Murky Waters...

  Even in Murky Waters... (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I looked up from my meal as Christy opened her mouth and closed it again. That was the fourth time in five minutes and it was doing me in. I took a sip of my drink and dropped my spoon. 'What's wrong now? We only have forty-five minutes for lunch. So I think you should stop bidding your time and say whatever you have to say already.' It was our lunch break from work and Christy and I had rushed down to the midscale eatery three blocks away from the office to replenish our energy. However, the moment she told me she wasn't hungry and wouldn't be ordering anything, I knew there was an actual fire on the mountain. Christy was a foodie and I'd never in our three years of working together heard her say she was not hungry at lunchtime. She released a sigh and leaned back on the restaurant chair. Rubbing both palms down her face, she looked heavenward and replied, 'That's the problem exactly. I don...