©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the Living Word In the digital world, whoever holds the password controls the account.They can add, delete, change settings, or even wipe the account clean. In the same way, your life has a “password” — and whoever controls it shapes your destiny.Is it God holding the password to your heart and…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD You’re tired of waiting on love, success, breakthrough. Then comes a smooth voice offering a quick fix. A faster route. A sensible alternative. It sounds logical. Less struggle. More results.But that’s the devil’s strategy. He once offered Jesus all the kingdoms of the world, no cross, no…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Tobi was top of his class in university. Now, two years post-graduation, he was stuck at home. Job applications went unanswered. Each rejection fed a voice that whispered louder each day: “You’re not good enough.” One morning, as he scrolled through social media, he saw a post…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The house was quiet. Too quiet for my restless soul. Deji had drifted off into a light, uneasy sleep on the couch. His phone lay beside him. The Police had come and asked questions.We made sure not to include the paintings in our story. We were waiting…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Nathaniel was once the youngest CEO of a booming tech company in Africa. At just 27, he revolutionized how small businesses accessed digital services. But his rise was short-lived. A boardroom betrayal led to a hostile takeover. Stripped of his title, Nathaniel was offered a “soft landing”…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Lara had always been a runner track star in secondary school, a national athlete by 22. Her trophies lined the shelf, but the thrill was fading. Coaches, fans, and fame all pushed her to run faster, win more, be more. But something was missing. One day, she…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I stood there, frozen. Wasiu lay on the ground, eyes wide open…staring into nothing. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Deji bent down, gently closing Wasiu’s eyes like he was tucking him in for sleep. But this wasn’t sleep. This was death, raw and real. Deji grabbed Wasiu’s…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD The storm was violent.The sailors were terrified.The boat was breaking.Everyone prayed to their gods, yet nothing changed until Jonah spoke up. “I’m the reason this is happening. Throw me overboard, and the storm will stop.”(See Jonah 1:11–12) Sometimes, the storm is not from the enemy. It’s from…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The creak echoed again. I dropped the spoon I had been washing, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Without thinking, I raced out of the kitchen and into the living room, my breath shallow and quick. Deji sat on the couch, completely engrossed, holding one of the…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD They called us The Golden Crew. We were the envy of many flawless photos, fire captions, and an unshakable bond or so it seemed. My name is Zara.There was a time my home was my safe place. I was married to a good man. But I got…
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