By Abigail McConnell
There’s this boy I know in Kenya. And his story has only just begun.
Back in March I introduced you to a boy with a tumor. A boy who seemed to have a sad story, with more chapters of loss and pain than his young life deserved.
But God named that boy Praise. And God always gets the last word.
When I wrote about Praise, it was out of utter frustration. As part of the US community that supports KCK, the children’s home that cares for him, I had received email after email updating us on his infuriatingly slow journey through the Kenyan healthcare system. After three months, I had had it. I couldn’t do much, but I could write. I could ask you to pray. I wrote as an impatient American irritated by the reality that if Praise had been born within our borders, he wouldn’t have had to endure even one week of that tumor growing in his skull.
But all stories have settings, and Praise’s is Kenya, where time moves slow. The days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and after more plot twists than I can recount, surgery was finally confirmed for June 3. Which just happened to be smack in the middle of our trip to Kenya (to three children’s homes, including KCK), by a team of 7 women from our church. A trip scheduled long before any of us knew about a tumor.
And one of those women? Well, she happens to be Praise’s sponsor. Read More