Dare To Dream Fund Ministry: April 2025

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Resurrection Reflections: A New Beginning

Author: Faith Mukarugwiza

Somehow, I can’t help but think of the Resurrection—this triumph over death—as another kind of New Year celebration. A new beginning. A sacred reset. And as I reflect on what this truly means to me, I am overwhelmed.

The fact that Christ died such an atrocious, painful death on the cross, and still carried the power of forgiveness into His final breath—for us—reminds me of the greatest love of all. His Spirit, the all-powerful Spirit of the Living God, now dwells within us.

That means I am truly convinced—we are fully equipped, empowered with the very power of Jesus Christ Himself. To perform miracles. To love like He loves. To give freely, abundantly, and selflessly, just as He gives to us every single day.

And what else does this mean? It means that in Christ, we are not timid. We are not weak. We have not been given a spirit of fear—but of power, love, and a sound mind! (2 Timothy 1:7).

As I sit with this truth on this holy day, two spirits rise up in me:

The spirit of forgiveness and love for others.

And the shield of faith, guarding my heart and fueling my trust in Him

I ask you—what spirit rises in you today?

Can you discern it?

And what spirit do you want to see rise in you in the days to come?

A Heart of Gratitude

I am deeply grateful for the gifts of spiritual discernment and the ability to recognize and direct the movement of spirits—gifts graciously given to me by our Mighty Savior because I am continuously seeking him. I thank God that I now have the wisdom and freedom to prepare anointing and healing oils, tools through which His supernatural gifts are exercised.

I am grateful for the gift of prophecy, which I now walk in with confidence, and for the revelations He continues to pour out—gifts I did not have when I first surrendered my life to Christ in 2019. That encounter was nothing short of supernatural, a true effectual calling.

Lord Jesus, You are the Way, the Truth, and the Life—yes, that is true!

My heart overflows with thankfulness. I am blessed. I am anointed. I am highly favored. All because of the mighty price You paid—because of Your sacrificial love.

Abba Father, I thank You for Christ, and for leading me to a church where I can freely walk in the ministry You’ve placed on my heart—a Ministry of Inclusion for those with special needs, and a calling toward evangelization.

What a gift!

I’m forever grateful for the cross—for Your sacrifice. And even on days when our feet cannot carry us into a physical church building,

Your presence lives in us. The Body of Christ is alive, powerful, and dwelling within us always.

Today, as I reflect on the resurrection day, I cannot stop by think that We may already be four months into the calendar year, but Resurrection Day is a fresh reminder: we can daily die to the flesh, to our sinful nature, and allow the Spirit of our gracious, loving God to rise within us—renewed, radiant, and victorious.

All for His glory.

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Nail Polish and the Narrow Path — A Woman’s Quiet Reckoning

Author: Faith Mukarugwiza

Opening Reflection
What began as a simple trip—just to get my nails done—turned into something far more profound.
A quiet act of self-care opened the door to deeper questions about culture, identity, holiness, and womanhood in today’s world. The Holy Spirit met me there—not with condemnation, but with conviction.

Could something so small carry eternal weight?

The Stirring Within
As I sat in the salon, surrounded by color palettes and trends, a sudden unease began to stir.
Questions whispered through my spirit:

a) What does Scripture say about how a woman of God should present herself?

b) Do my outward expressions reflect the inward grace Christ is forming in me?

C) Am I adorning myself in the way He would have me?

I wasn’t just asking about nail polish. I was asking about intention, identity, and holiness.

Cultural Questions and Kingdom Standards
Being Rwandan adds another layer to this tension.
I found myself reflecting on the changing landscape of womanhood in Rwanda.

More questions to ask ourselves as Rwandan woman.
Where is the dignity of our foremothers?
Has modernity swept through so swiftly that our cultural grace got lost in its tide?
Torn jeans, extravagant nails, short shorts and revealing trends now dominate our streets.
But what do they say about us?
Are we speaking louder with fashion because we’ve quieted our inner voices?

I don't know yet but what do you think?

The Biblical Mirror
In this moment of questioning, I found myself in the Book of Jeremiah.
It wasn’t just the false prophets that disturbed me—it was the mirror it held up to us: a people straying, losing our sacred sense of direction.
It felt deeply personal.

Yet even in correction, God speaks restoration.
The journey through Jeremiah led me to Lamentations, where grief births hope and brokenness gives way to clarity.

A Commission Within the Conviction
In these private reckonings, I heard a public calling:
God is preparing me—for more than just a wedding day, but for the Wedding Day both are true.
Not only for ministry, but for mentorship—raising women who know who they are in Christ, and who walk it out in both spirit and appearance.

And yes, inclusion is the forefront of it , God first but that includes how we dress, how we speak, how we lead.

The Gentle Boldness of Christ
I’ve always been gentle in my appearance—quiet, modest.
Yet lately, I’ve felt the pull to be louder, to be bolder.
But is that boldness from Christ?
Or is it the enemy in disguise, cloaking temptation in a counterfeit courage?

Perhaps true boldness for the Christian woman is not loud or flamboyant—
Perhaps it is a gentle boldness that reflects the strength of surrender, not self.

Scriptural Anchor
“Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel—
rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
which is very precious in the sight of God.”
—1 Peter 3:3-4 (NKJV)

Closing Prayer
Lord, teach me to walk in both Grace and Truth.
Help me reflect You not only in my spirit, but in how I present myself to the world.
Let my beauty come from within—where You dwell—
And let my appearance never contradict Your glory.
Make me a woman of quiet strength, deep conviction, and eternal impact.
In Jesus Name, Amen.

Final Word
So, yes—this journey began with nail polish.
But it became a deeper call to holiness and understand of modernity and how we relate to Word written and sealed unchanging in an ever so changing world.
May we, as women of God—and Rwandan women—return to the mirror of His Word and ask:

Does this reflect Him?

Because even in the smallest choices, we are building testimonies that echo through eternity.

Reflection. Searching the heart, Seeking the truth in His Light. Al cobra Dubai Now Kigali Reflection- Determined to Rise.

Searching the Heart, Seeking the Truth in His Light.

What began as a simple act and an attempt to regain a sense of control, to pamper myself with something as small as getting my nails done, unfolded into a deeper, unexpected reckoning.

In that quiet moment of outward care, outside chaos, inside me quite tranquil soften sacred questions rose within me, tied not only to personal conviction but to the core values of a home I dearly hold—Rwanda.

A conversation began between spirit and soul, against truth on modernity and my culture, beauty and eternal truth.

How could such a simple visit stir such deep waters within my heart?

But then again, walking as a Christian woman in this age is anything but simple. Rwanda modernizing so rapidly. Surely, it was the Holy Spirit—gentle, ever-present—awakening my heart once more, revealing Himself in the language I know best: conviction, questions, truth. I had to ask myself:

Should I be intentional about the color on my nails?
Does Scripture speak to how a woman of God should adorn herself?

My heart wrestled with the images I’ve seen—women of faith, ministers, leaders—bearing bold and extravagant looks.

But at home not so much so.

So I asked, Is it boldness or simply noise I asked?

Do their adornments reflect the humility and holiness Christ calls us into?
Where do we draw the line between expression and distraction?

***And then I turned to the daughters of Rwanda.
What happened to the quiet strength of the Rwandan woman?
Where is the modesty of culture, the grace of tradition?
Have we moved too quickly, wrapped in the whirlwind of globalization, that we lost sight of the beauty of a pure and true heart we once carried in silence? ***

I found myself in the book of Jeremiah, heavy with the weight of its warnings—its truth about false shepherds, about a people wandering.
And even though it took me long to get through, I was eager to reach Lamentations, where grief meets hope. I am not there yet still a few pages to go.
It stirred something deep, a call to seek, to understand, to obey. And in that moment of November 2024

I knew: That I was not just being refined. I was being commissioned.

I received a Vision

The vision became a Mission

Now i am seeking a Chore Value an Identity In Christ Jesus.

For I am not just preparing for a wedding day—I am preparing for the Wedding Day.
I am not simply choosing colors—I am choosing to reflect Christ in all I do.
And as I grow, even in small things, I ask again:

Who are we as women of God?
Are we truly pursuing Him as He asked us to?
Can the Word be bent to fit the times, or must we bend ourselves back to it?

These questions are not about nails. They are about identity.
They are about vision. About calling.
And yes, about culture—a Rwandan woman finding herself again through the lens of eternity. I’ve always been gentle, soft-spoken in how I present myself.

But somewhere, a longing rose to be louder, to test the waters of self-expression as a mirror of what I see.

So then I ask myself
Was it boldness? Or a subtle scheme of the enemy to nudge me away from purity? I do not yet have all the answers.

But I know the One who does. And He has called me.
He gave me a vision. He placed me in His church.
And what once lived only in faith has now come alive in the land of the living.

Another confirmation. Another testimony. Another prophecy fulfilled. So now I seek—not just for myself but for the daughters yet to rise—

An identity rooted not in trends or tides,
But in Christ.

And in all of this, yes, even in the question of nail color, I return to His Word.

“Do not let your adornment be merely outward… rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.”
—1 Peter 3:3-4

This is the truth.
This is the way.
This is the light.

And even if I wrestle, I do so with the Word as my anchor.

Sunday, April 20, 2025

Reflection. A Gentle call to Rise the Brides. Determined To Rise

Becoming a Well-Prepared Bride: The Sacred Work Before the Celebration 🌸

There is something profoundly beautiful about the journey to becoming a bride. The gown, the flowers, the sparkle in her eyes — but beneath all of that lies a deeper truth: marriage is not just a moment.

It is a holy covenant. A divine calling. A life assignment that requires deep, intentional preparation far beyond the wedding day.

In today’s fast-moving, globalized world, it has never been more important to return to biblical foundations of marriage, especially in places like Rwanda, my home my beloved where we are like the rest of the world unfortunately witnessing a troubling rise in divorce rates, broken families, and disillusioned couples.

Marriage was never meant to be entered lightly though it is so often we love we fall in love and in a blink of an eye we say I do without truly knowing what we do too! — and yet many brides are stepping into this sacred union without the knowledge, healing, maturity or spiritual wisdomneeded to sustain it.

“Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain.”
(Psalm 127:1)

The Crisis We Cannot Ignore: Divorce in Rwanda

The statistics are sobering. In recent years, divorce rates in Rwanda have been steadily climbing, especially in urban centers. Many young couples, often driven by social pressure or romantic ideals, enter marriage unprepared for the reality of covenant life.

And the consequences are far-reaching:

Children growing up in broken homes
Families divided
A culture slowly detaching from its values
A church struggling to support what it never helped build

This is not just a private problem—it is a national and spiritual crisis.

The Bride as a Builder at Dare To Dream Fund Ministry: Prepared in Purpose, Grounded in Truth Held by Faith

We believe that to restore marriage to maintain covenants, we focus deeply on the bride—and not just her outer beauty, but her inner foundation.

In our ministry, we are committed to raising well-prepared brides—women who are spiritually mature, well rounded with etiquettes, emotionally whole, and biblically equipped for the lifelong covenant of marriage.

A well-prepared bride is:

🌿 Rooted in the Word — She understands God’s design for love, leadership, and submission as strength, not weakness.
🕊️ Emotionally healed and whole— She does not carry past wounds into her future.
🧠 Wise and discerning — She knows how to communicate, pray, and navigate challenges.
💫 Honoring of culture — She embraces her Rwandan heritage while walking in the truth of the Gospel.
✨ Glowing with inner beauty — Her joy and confidence are not just in the dress she wears, but the Spirit she carries.

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
(Proverbs 31:25)

Fashion with Purpose: Where Beauty Meets Anointing

As part of our vision, we’re also launching a bridal fashion initiative within our programs—because we believe a bride should both look and feel like royalty. But even more than that, we want her to be dressed in truth, covered in prayer, and anointed for her future.This is more than a style statement—it is a movement* where faith meets elegance, and where every thread of the gown tells a story of purpose.

Culture, Inclusion, and Globalization: A Delicate Dance

As Rwanda continues to grow globally, there is a temptation to trade our cultural values for trends. But we believe that the answer is not to abandon our roots, but to deepen them in Christ. As we navigate what it means to be a Rwandan lady in a Global world. Through our work in evangelization, inclusion, and empowerment, we are preserving cultural dignity while preparing women for global influence—starting with the home and starting with the heart.

To our beloved

Sister, whether you are a divorcee, single, engaged, married, or simply dreaming of your wedding day this message is with you.

Think of preparing now. I know that I am. :) I know that you should as well.

Let God refine you, restore you, and raise you up as a woman of covenant.
Let your beauty be more than your veil or the adornment of your clothes— let it be your virtue and a pure heart.

“You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”
(Song of Songs 4:7)

Let’s build marriages that last.
Let’s raise brides who are not only radiant — but ready.
Because the bride of Christ is not just loved.
She is called.

And when she prepares well, she becomes unstoppable.

Yours, Faithfully,

Ms. Faith Mukarugwiza.

Reflection. Navigating The Heart. Determined To Rise.

Navigating the Heart: Choosing the Cross When It Costs Everything

Author: Mukarugwiza Faith

There comes a moment when your heart cracks open not from pain, but from clarity. This is the story of a soul called to leave everything familiar behind, and to wear a new Name. Not for escape. Not for ambition. But for love. For inclusion. For Christ.

I remember the day the most beautiful decision was taken to follow Christ Jesus 100% in November 2024 by then I had already given my life to Christ in 2019, I had being a Christian for 5 years by then.

I decided to go all in, not with bags packed or doors slammed, but with Joy in my heart, favor and silence. With resolve to go all in with Jesus Christ and where He would lead me. It wasn't dramatic at all though it may have seemed that way :). It was holy, it was bold it was maturity in me.

The kind of holy that makes your stomachache but gives your skin goose bump because you know—deep down—you’re saying goodbye to something you’ll miss for the rest of your life and hello to the greatest blessings of all. But what you miss -- surely you will meet again and hopefully not too late. My family didn’t understand completely thought they actively try. How could they? How can they? The calling isn’t theirs. The vision I carry is not theirs the one—of a table where everyone is welcome, where wounds aren’t hidden but held—wasn’t given to them. It was etched into my chest, between my ribs, where breath meets spirit. And when God whispered, “Go,” I had to decide: comfort or calling?

I chose the cross.

Not the golden one polished on church walls. The real one. The cross that costs. The cross that severs. The one Jesus warned about when He said, “If anyone would come after me, let them deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.” (Luke 9:23)

So I walked. Away from the known. Into the wilderness. There’s a particular kind of ache when you pursue something divine and all you hear from behind you is the echo of absence. Birthdays missed. Conversations avoided. Eyes that once sparkled with recognition now squint in confusion. “You’ve changed,” they say.

I have. Because to carry the ministry of Christ on inclusion means you love the ones the world told you to fear. You listen to the ones the church told you to correct. You sit with the ones no one else would touch. And sometimes, your own people don’t recognize the Christ you’re reflecting back to them.

That’s the hardest part. Not the loneliness. Not the road. But the longing.

I still dream about them. I still pray. I still ache.

But I move.

Because love requires movement. Inclusion requires risk. Faith—real faith—is not found in staying where it’s safe, but in walking where you can’t see the ground beneath your feet.Christ did it first. Left His home. Faced rejection. Sat with the scandalous. Wept in gardens. And even He asked, “Father, if it be Your will, let this cup pass from me…”

And yet.

He drank it.

So I do too.

Navigating the heart in this journey means constantly choosing to keep it soft when it wants to harden. To cry when crying feels weak. To open your arms again and again, even when no one’s coming.

It means trusting that one day, maybe, your family will see what you see.

But until then, you walk.

You build. You love. You include.

And when it hurts the most—when you feel the weight of that cross on your back—you remember: He sees you. And you are not alone.

He is Risen. 21/04/ 2025

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