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.
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