YES, EVEN THE BEAUTIFUL ONES EVANGELIZE!

Some stories sit quietly in our hearts, and then some leap out, demanding to be told. My Limuru Mission was the latter, etched in awe, painted in miracles, and wrapped in unexpected glory. It all began with a miracle, quite literally. I had no dime to my name, just two days before the mission. None. But as always, God showed up. He provided. Just in time. That alone was my first divine sign that this journey was more than a trip; it was a calling. We arrived at Kabuku Mission Church and Prayer Center, our home for the next four days. Nestled in the lush beauty of Limuru, the grounds were like something out of a storybook, green grass perfectly manicured, flowers blooming with quiet joy, and the crisp, cold air wrapping around us like a persistent hug. Yet, it wasn’t all romantic. Each morning at 4 a.m., the biting cold forced us out of bed to answer nature’s call. I’d nudge Vivian and Mumbi awake, and they, full of grace, would accompany me to the restrooms under the cover of nig...