Restored, Delivered, Established

Praise Jesus.
Thank you for reminding us that testimonies do not expire, because mine is a series.

I joined JCC Thika Road in April 2022 during a season when I had been separated from my husband for a year. Through the teachings, Christ worked on me, and I was able to forgive. We were reconciled. Now, for three years, we have not had major arguments in our family because I was taught submission.

Secondly, my son got into drugs due to our fights and the separation. From Form Two to Form Four, we were in and out of school, and I literally knelt before the teacher to allow him to sit his KCSE exams. I thank God for Minister Zipporah, who counseled and prayed for him. He was allowed to sit his exams, and he is now in college.

Last year was my toughest. After a series of hospitalizations, my dad was diagnosed with gastric cancer. My department really prayed and financially supported me throughout the year during home visits and numerous hospital scans.

My dad was a staunch Njuri Ncheke man who would not listen to any preaching, let alone listen to me, his last-born, talk to him about Jesus, whom he said was “a white man’s religion.” I joined discipleship last year so that I could be equipped on how to preach to him. One day, Minister Lucy prayed for me and encouraged me to persist, assuring me that God would have His way.

Finally, in November, while I was feeding him as he sat in a wheelchair, he whispered in my ear and confessed Christ as his Savior. What a joy!

Dad went to be with the Lord in December. The Njuri men then came and decided they would bury their man. I stood in the meeting and refused. I said that he may have belonged to them before, but a few days before he died, he belonged to Christ, and only the church would be allowed to bury him. Imagine me, the last-born in the family—and a woman for that matter—speaking before them. It was not easy, but Christ gave me the courage.

They had slaughtered cows and goats in the family, pouring blood on him as a ritual for healing, but it did not work. Finally, my mom’s church agreed to bury him and took over the meetings. Jesus placed a burden on Minister Zipporah and Pastor Meshack to come for the burial, which gave me much support and strength, since there had been plans to hijack the burial proceedings and pour blood on his coffin as a ritual. All their plans failed, and Jesus was glorified.

After the burial, they sent representatives to warn me, but I thank God because Pastor Morris had been praying and preaching to us about how those generational cults would end with us. I declared and believed that it would end with me.

After the burial, we encountered one setback after another. My dad’s will was read, and my sister, my mum, and I were disinherited. On 2nd and 8th January, both my husband and my son lost their jobs.

But yesterday, my husband got a new job, and my son is back in college.

In all these encounters, Jesus wins. I am encouraged and well-rooted in Christ because He chose me in my family to reveal who He is.