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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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To Cultivate and to Maintain

To Maintain and to Cultivate (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Whatever you get from heaven has to be maintained on earth! When God saves you from the power of sin, you have to deliberately latch unto His grace to stay righteous! When He sanctifies you, you are the one to make conscious efforts to flee from all appearances of evil and stay holy! When He gives you a talent, you have to be intentional about honing that talent into a skill and using it to glorify Him and grow His kingdom. And even when God blesses you with a marriage match made in heaven, you need know that if you don't put conscious effort into making your marriage work, it could still fail! You need to work with whatever God has given you for it to actually glorify Him! Did you catch that?!' Usually, I would have zoned out of the sermon, bad habit, I know, but for some reason, as Pastor Chike, the new Youth Pastor charged on, all my faculties were at alert! Somehow, his words were hitting me on all the righ...
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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...
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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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