Author: Deep Thoughts

©️Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by LIVING WORD. Ada sat at her balcony, holding a cup of tea, watching the sun set. It had been three years since she lost Kunle, her husband of ten years. The pain of his passing had left a void in her heart. Kunle had been her ‘Heaven on Earth, best…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the LIVING WORD Shade sat up abruptly in bed, drenched in sweat. She had just woken up from another nightmare, this time, she saw a shadowy figure holding a picture of her, chanting strange words. Fear gripped her. “They must have taken my picture to an altar!” she thought, her heart pounding….

©Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by The LIVING WORD There is a kind of breakthrough that doesn’t negotiate. It’s the type that happens when God gives the command. When He speaks, no man, power, or force can withstand it. We see this clearly in the story of the Israelites in Egypt. Despite Pharaoh’s hardened heart, when…

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD I’ll never forget the echo of jubilant drumming that morning, the village was alive like never before. A child had been born to Morounke and her husband, Adewale, and the village prophet announced him as “the child of glory,” a destiny carrier, a foretold star. The boy…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “I used to have it all,” Rita said, staring at the divorce papers in her hand. “Once, my marriage was filled with joy, but one moment of weakness and I find myself in this mess.” The regret in her voice was palpable. She had come to…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Martha had seen Jesus many times. He had eaten at their table, laughed with her siblings, and shared deep truths. But when Lazarus died and Jesus came late, her response was sharp: “If you had been here, my brother wouldn’t have died.” She believed, yes, but familiarity…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “Naomi, I need you to…” But Naomi was already halfway down the stairs before her master could finish. She knew her master so well or so she thought. She had heard similar statements so many times that she felt confident in completing his thoughts. “I know…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD Tola sat alone in the room where joy used to live. The silence was deafening, the emptiness haunting. She stared at the packed bag on the table, a symbol of departure, of something sacred slipping away. Her heart pounded as she whispered through tears, “Please… don’t…