Today was such an interesting day. Our car insurance expired yesterday after kesha, and I didn’t have money to renew it. Then my daughter woke up at 9:30 AM—to have breakfast. Now, if you know anything about feeding a baby, you know how hard it is to get them to eat quickly. And we were meant to be in church by 8 AM for both services. Do the math. Impossible.
On top of that, the thought of carrying all these bags—my handbag, Gracie’s food and water, my Bible and notebook, plus my own water—while traveling by matatu with my daughter felt like too much. So, I decided to go to a church nearby.
We did one service, and the message was really good. But what happened after the service completely shocked me. As my daughter and I were walking to the supermarket, someone stopped us and said, “Hi, I was seated next to you in church.” I smiled and said, “Yes, I remember you.” Then she looked at me and said, “You look so familiar.” I was like, Wow, okay… that’s interesting. Then she asked, “Are you Kate?” I said, “Yes.” And then she said something that nearly floored me: “Oh, I love what you used to write on Instagram about God.”
At that moment, it clicked. I now understood where she had seen me before. She went on to tell me that she had been going through a really dark time in her life, and the things I used to write were so, so encouraging to her. She said, “You have no idea how much your writing helped me.” What?! I was so shocked. I never imagined that someone—at least one person—was being encouraged by my writing. And then she said something else that really got me: “Please keep writing. You never know how many people you are impacting.”
I almost fell face-flat in thanksgiving to God. I was so, so happy that someone was benefiting from my sharing. It really made me reflect, and I think this year, we should get back to ministering through writing—on the website, Instagram, and even my WhatsApp status. I was deeply humbled by that encounter, but all in all, I give God all the glory. It’s all inspired by the Holy Spirit, so don’t thank me—thank Him. Because it’s all Him.
Something else happened on our way home. We met a guy who was listening to gospel music, and I casually asked him if he goes to church in the morning before opening work on Sundays. He told me no, and then he shared his story. He used to be the Bible study teacher at his church, but he had a falling out with the pastor, and from that time, he never went back to church again.
I asked him where he lived, and he said Kikuyu. That’s when I told him, “You should really resume church.” And then I invited him to Prophetic Increase. I told him that when he comes, he should call me. I even took his number to follow up—just to make sure he actually comes. Because one thing I know for sure is that once he steps into our church, he will be blessed. I believe in our spiritual father, and I know that if he comes to tap into the grace upon his life, God will minister to him in a powerful way.
His story really burdened my heart. There was something about him that made me feel deeply for his situation. I don’t know if he needs restoration, but I know he needs to encounter God afresh. I’m praying that God will help me help him find his way back to Christ. Because no matter how far someone has drifted, God’s love always calls them home.
And if there’s one conversation I never shy away from, it’s talking about Jesus. I could be anywhere, with anyone, and I will still find a way to bring Him into the conversation. I remember during our crusade, I made a friend—a young man, one of those who help carry people’s luggage in the market while they shop. He was high, drunk, or maybe both. But the little chance he got to stand next to me, I spoke to him about Jesus. It was such an interesting conversation, and I know for a fact that God planted a seed in his heart that day.
One day, he will give his life to Christ. I won’t forget him because he was just a young man, probably in his early 20s, who looked so lost. He hasn’t had someone sit him down and tell him about Jesus Christ and the love of God. And I know that to those who are perishing, the gospel seems like foolishness. But that should never stop us from telling people about Jesus. Our job is to share the message—the Holy Spirit will do what we can’t.
At the end of the day, this is what truly matters—souls. Whether it’s through writing, a random encounter on the street, or a conversation with someone the world has forgotten, every opportunity to share Jesus is a seed planted for eternity. We may never know the full impact of our words, but God does. And He is the one who makes those seeds grow.
So let’s keep speaking about Jesus, loving people, and trusting the Holy Spirit to do what only He can. Because no one is too far gone, no one is beyond redemption, and no heart is too hardened for God to reach.
May we always be bold in our witness and faithful in our calling. Souls are waiting.
Have a blessed Sunday. 🖤