Written by Jennifer Azubuike Imagine you are a believer in God who always prays. They say prayer is a two-way street, but you never hear an audible voice back—just your voice when you pray. However, you feel God’s leading through the scriptures, inspirational songs, and inner witness. Then, one day, you are getting ready for […]
Written by Jennifer Azubuike Many years ago, a funeral procession from the village of Nain was heading towards a cemetery outside the village gate. The deceased was the only son of his mother, who also happened to be a widow. According to the story, many people from the village came for the funeral, indicating that
Written by Jennifer Azubuike Half an hour before midnight on the night of her weekly prayer. Nozi was seated on her bedroom floor with her laptop open and facing her. She has been watching a movie on it since 10 PM. At first, she wanted something to keep her awake until her quiet time at 11
Hello, the book above contains a collection of stories that I have written over the years. Interesting short stories and a play. It can be found on Amazon. Find link below https://a.co/d/0aZUBXuH
Written by Jennifer Azubuike At the close of work one day, I jumped into my car happy to head home. The radio came on as soon as I turned on the engine; it was a Christian radio station so I didn’t mind. I drove and listened as the host asked listeners to call in
Written by Jennifer Azubuike —- “Faith! Where is Faith?” Ben called. “Faith? Who is Faith?” The librarian asked. “The teenage girl in glasses and a yellow backpack. She just came up the stairs.” “Oh! She walked to the fiction aisle to find a book. She should be around the corner.” “Thank you!” Ben waved as
Written by Jennifer Azubuike It was a hot July day. I was sweaty in my scrubs and was hunched over under the weight of a heavy backpack on the streets of Kensington. I was in a scrub because I was one of the young health professional students going around to give free basic health screens
Written by Jennifer Azubuike I recall the moment Mark proposed. We were shopping for shoes and had turned into a quiet corner so I could sit and try on some sandals when he went down on one knee. I thought he did so to help me buckle the sandal, but he reached into his
Written by Jennifer Azubuike What have you tripped over? What has caused you to fall? Sin, burden, oppression, or injustice? Maybe you lay there tired or ashamed. “It is over for you,” the accuser whispers. Beloved, the battlefield of life is rough. For a Christian, it is fierce. If you still don’t know
Written by Jennifer Azubuike “Khalil! Will you stop running!” Erica scolded. The little boy looked up at his mother and slowed down. He looked around. Wasn’t anything engaging at a doctor’s office? He wondered. “Khalil!” She shrieked and reached quickly to catch the falling flower vase her son just moved. Luckily she caught
