Limuru Mission Part 1: When God Laughs at Your Plans and Then Outdoes Them

Action Group Leader: “So, there’s going to be a 4-day mission—destination to be confirmed—either Meru or Limuru.”
Me (in silent prayer, crossing fingers and toes): “Please Lord, Limuru. It’s closer. I have a toddler. I’d like to still be married by the end of this.”

That, dear reader, is how my journey into divine logistics and divine comedy began.

Initially, the plan was Meru. Then—hallelujah, glory to God in the highest—the mission changed to Limuru. My selfish prayers were answered. Don’t judge me. I wasn’t praying for spiritual elevation through discomfort. I was praying to be able to go on mission and still make it back in time to catch Cocomelon and Superbook reruns with my two-year-old.

Fundraising & Fasting: One Felt Holier Than the Other

We were required to fast and pray (check ✅), and also fundraise (umm… let's talk).
Every message I sent for support was met with the classic Kenyan “Let me see what I can do” or “Niko na mpango, nitarudi kwako.” (Translation: I am ignoring you politely but with spiritual flair).

So there I was… wondering:
“Dear God, will there be a massive ZERO next to my name in the fundraising tracker? Should I prepare to laugh at Your sense of humor or… cry?”

Let’s just say my conversations with God are less Psalms and more stand-up comedy meets TED Talk. But isn’t that what friendship with God looks like? (James 2:23 NIV says, “Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness,” and oh,he was called God’s friend. So, I'm in good company.)

I Chose 3 Teams Like a Hero—Then Reality Hit 

I initially signed up for Ushers, Intercessory, and Hospitality. Yes, all three. What can I say? My inner philanthropist was alive and kicking. But very quickly, it became clear the hospitality team needed backup. So, I threw myself fully into the food trenches.

You see, I come from a family of food lovers. Hospitality is our love language; chapati and Pilau is how we say "I see you." I figured I’d share a bit of that warmth, one sufuria at a time.

Cue the Chaos… and the Holy Laughter

Tuesday evening: We’re checking our shopping list. Faith (our hospitality coordinator) was suddenly recalled to work.
Plot twist.
I’m alone. Utterly alone. Staring at a Google Sheet full of unga and other mission items.

Enter: My famous panic-prayer.
“God. Is this that moment in the script where I’m supposed to surrender? Because spoiler alert,I like plans. Neat, beautiful plans. You know, like Excel sheets with color coding.”

I laid down. Slept for 45 minutes. Woke up. Suddenly, I had peace. Clarity. A spark of direction.

By 3:30 p.m., I was at a wholesale shop buying dry goods. In my mind, this was just a normal errand. Until… Enter Peterson. A divine team member with impeccable timing and a car with serious boot space.

Two trolleys, several kilos of rice, wheat flour and a spontaneous market adventure later, we were done.
Guess what? Everything fit perfectly into one car. No extra trip. No drama. Just divine alignment. It was almost suspicious how smooth it went.

That’s when I laughed. A full belly laugh. Because of course God had it all figured out.

My Big, Beautiful Lessons (Brace Yourself):

1. God has a plan. And sometimes… He’s laughing at yours.
I thought my plan was sensible. Efficient. Mother-approved. But God’s plan? Brilliant, unexpected, and full of grace.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” – Proverbs 3:5 (NIV)

2. Divine help sometimes comes dressed in jeans and a cheerful attitude.
Peterson, a team member turned-helper, reminded me that God often uses the most unlikely vessels to deliver peace, strength, and boot space.

3. God funds what He sends. Period.
I didn’t raise millions. But I had what we needed. Not what I wanted, but exactly what was necessary.

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:19 (NIV)

4. Surrender is not weakness—it’s sacred strategy.
I didn’t lose control. I handed it over. There’s a difference. And in doing so, I got to see the mission through His eyes—not my checklist.

 

So, my dear reader… that’s just Part 1.

Because guess what? The actual mission story hasn’t even started yet. If this was the before, imagine what happens when we hit Limuru...

Because when you let God take the wheel, even your detours become divine.

 Part 2: Chapati, Revival & Revelation.