Have I Ever Forsaken You?
He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”Mark 4:40 (NIV) It sounds like a reprimand, it reads like a reprimand, it probably is a reprimand. For my Monopoly lovers, you will understand…
Inioluwa Ajenifuja
Father, Forgive Me as I Forgive
“After this manner therefore pray ye… And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.” Matthew 6:9-12 KJV There are prayers we learn by memory, and there are prayers we learn by living. The Lord’s Prayer is easy to recite, especially…
The Blood That Bought Us: He is Risen
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This is where we left off. So much emotion within a short period of time, though it was a long time in the making it only right that we observe this pause. Saturday is often passed over too quickly,…
The Blood That Bought Us: A Good Friday Reflection
And almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without shedding of blood is no remission.Hebrews 9:22 (KJV) Blood is at the center of the story of redemption. To understand why, we have to go to the…
The Lord Is My Shepherd
Psalm 23 (KJV) 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.4 Yea,…
Love Wants to be Loved
In a world that seeks to understand love through the lens of human relationships, it is easy to forget that love itself is greater than what we experience in our fleeting, imperfect connections. Love, which is God Himself, is not…
While There Is Still Light
After listening to a sermon anchored in Ecclesiastes 12, the message stayed with me long after it ended, connecting with other thoughts I had been carrying. The Spirit kept speaking, drawing lines between Scripture and teaching, until the meaning became…
Daughter of the King
In March 2024, I was asked to share a message with my fellowship for our Women’s Day gathering. Coincidentally, during that same season I had been studying what it truly means to be a daughter. So I focused on what…
Walls
This poem was originally written as part of a school project. What began as an assignment quickly became something more. It captured the walls I had built around myself and the quiet ache behind them. Years later, while revisiting old…
Before the Walls Fell
Looking back, one of the most unexpectedly formative seasons of my life was my Grade 11 English class. It was designed to push us beyond simply reading books and answering questions. We were required to make textual connections: text to…