Devotionals Stories

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Abigail was born in a family where women never moved past the village. Her mother died in childbirth, her aunt had six children by four men, and her elder sister’s dreams ended at the village tailoring shop. Abigail knew something wasn’t right. She loved to learn, and…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD “I can’t even remember the last time I genuinely laughed,” Kelechi said as she folded a pile of clothes beside her. “It’s been survival, not living.” Deji, sitting across from her, gave a small nod. “Me too. Sometimes I wonder if life was meant to be…

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the LIVING WORD A young woman, Tola, sits across a glowing panel of heavenly hosts. A scroll lies open before her, shimmering with divine light. The Lead Host begins: LEAD HOST: Tola, are you ready to walk in the fullness of your calling; destiny, influence, fruitfulness, honor, and impact? TOLA: Yes, Sir. With…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD We often struggle to accept the parts of us we consider “flaws,” don’t we? The areas where we feel inadequate or incomplete. I remember when Sarah confided in me about a feeling that had been haunting her for years. “I’m not good enough,” she said with…

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD “Shalewa, this isn’t just about comfort… it’s about eternity,” I said, gripping her hand. She laughed, half-heartedly. “Ireti, you don’t understand. Do you know how long it took me to get here? A luxury apartment in Lekki, international trips, contracts on speed dial… You want me to…

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “Sapa no be anybody mate, but I dey chop steady, thank you, Jesus.” Funny how this has become a chant of gratitude in our day. But beneath the laugh is a truth: many around you are struggling in silence. That neighbor who always wears the same faded…

©️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…