Am going to share with you about my Faith Journey and where we started with GOD.
My journey in God’s vineyard began in Sunday School in the early 90s and I’ll forever thank my Mom and Dad for taking me through Sunday school at a young age since that’s where my desire to serve God was birthed. We would go to Kinoru Stadium in Meru for crusades with mom and Bible trivia as well. (We grew up in Meru and started school there as well, so you understand my Kimeru ascent 😂) (No Pun).
I remember I always wanted to be the best performer in the Bible trivia to win myself a ruler or a book during those fun Christian activities.
One time in 1997, it was during Princess Diana’s funeral to be precise (6th September 1997), a very bright Saturday, I left all my family members at home and went to Church in the afternoon to help in washing the Church and preparing for the service the following morning.
I just loved God and being surrounded by spiritual things. When my family and I left for Ethiopia in 1998, the journey of faith didn’t end there. Though Ethiopia came during the teenage years when the hormones are hyper et al., We still went to Church every Sunday morning at St. Matthew Anglican Church (I have shared a pictorial view of the beautiful Church located at Addis Ababa.) and I remember how my dad would hurry us up so that we don’t miss the first service, the procession of the Vicar and the hymn for the day.
I was later confirmed by an Egyptian Vicar according to the Anglican faith after going through the classes every Saturday together with my siblings and we continued the journey of faith.
I talked about teenage earlier. And how you had to juggle with the hormones 😂.
I attended an International School at Addis Ababa, and that was my first encounter with boyfriends. Lol! I was 12 years, I think. I was a normal girl too. I had a crush on a Mozambican guy called Edson, can’t recall his second long name. His dad was the Ambassador of Mozambique to Ethiopia. So, this guy would call the house line at night and my brother would talk… lol! And he loved my African hair, so every time when he stood up in class to go outside, he'd leave the class having touched my hair. Ha ha ha!!!
Anyway, it was all growing up.
At school is also where we had all sorts of people from everywhere and so the peer pressure was high. My best friend was a Nigerian girl called Chiaka Esther and we’d also hang out with an Egyptian girl called Sarah and others. I remember one time we played truth and dare and the rest is histoooory.
Okay, that was basically teen life. I was also a music lover. I enjoyed a lot of Jennifer Lopez’s hits and she had captured me through her music and movies.
When we came back to Kenya in mid-2002, the Christian journey began again. I loved reading the Bible and in 2004 while in Year 8, I had started preaching at our School Church and it was a lovely experience all together.
When I joined high school, I was an active Christian Union member in an all-round Catholic School. We’d go for morning mass in the morning, with tied leso’s to ensure we don’t feel the cold. I loved spending time at the back of the school labs before evening preps, just in worship and talking to God. I don’t know where this all was birthed, but I had a deep connection with Jesus, and I enjoyed spending time in His presence.
Campus was all different again. I don’t know whether it was peer pressure or whatever… but I was the hyper girl who loved to explore. I still went to Church, but I wasn’t an active member of the Christian Union as I wish I was. Anyway, I was a deep book worm and I loved Finance too much. So I’d spend a lot of time in the Library understanding why the Present Value should always be different than the Future Value of items. Mmmh!
In 2014, when I was now on the road looking for a job and purpose in life, its when it hit me. I needed God more than before.
I joined a Church in Ruiru and I thank God I did, because that’s where I got to understand more about the spiritual life and why things happen as they do. I joined some youth who really charged me up for the things of God. We would go to Kesha’s even when its raining and walk on endless. Wueh! The labor and sacrifice wasn’t in vain for sure. One time we went to a prayer center at Bypass and we were all charged for prayer, we didn’t have food only clothes. We spent two days there and it was a great experience. I remember being worn out and hungry when we walked back to our homes all dusty but full of answers from above.
I had also joined some youth at RGC and we’d meet up every Thursday at the Pastor home for a night of prayer and worship….and the answers were always coming.
It hasn’t been easy.
But one thing I am sure of is when you’re chosen by God like Jonah, it doesn’t matter where you run to because God will always catch up with you.
My journey has been Christ ordained, and I know for sure its never a vain thing to trust in God or to live for Him. Psalms 37:25, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.”
The righteous have never been forsaken by God.
It doesn’t matter the blows the enemy brings or the trials, temptations, seasons of dryness etc. There’s always a time for everything and our time is coming. Just hold on to God firmly and stand on the solid rock because God has never ashamed His own and He is not about to start with you and I.
Stay Encouraged and press on towards the goal to win the prize!
God bless you!
Winnie. 💜
Blessed!
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