Devotionals Stories

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs 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 walk…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. During a youth retreat, I sat beside Debo, a passionate believer, humble, devoted, and deeply spiritual. But one thing stood out: Debo lived in undeniable lack. His clothes were worn, his shoes barely holding up, and he often joked…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs 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 a…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs 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 throw…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Lola used to sit by her window each evening, watching planes fly over her home in Enugu, whispering to herself:“One day, I’ll fly without wings.” That statement wasn’t about travel; it was her hopeful way of reminding herself about the rapture, a concept her late mother never stopped…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs 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 every…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Tari sat at the dinner table, surrounded by skeptical faces. Her father adjusted his glasses.“You want to start a tech hub in a remote village? Who’s going to use it?” Her brother chuckled.“Tari, be realistic. You graduated top of your class, why waste it on an invisible dream?”…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD It was 2:17 a.m. when Ade’s phone rang. Groggy, he answered. “Hello?” “Mr. Adekunle?”“Yes…”“This is Chief Oludare… I’m calling from the Teaching Hospital. Your son was just rushed in after an accident. I’ve authorized immediate surgery, my daughter says you once paid her school fees without ever knowing…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs 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,…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Let’s be honest:If your life feels stuck, chaotic, or spiritually stale, ask yourself, what are you feeding your eyes? You wonder why your life feels empty, anxious, or even dark?Could it be because your daily “entertainment” consists of toxic shows, sexual content, violent films, or music videos filled…