Or maybe more like a "Thank You, Jesus!!" kind of morning.
Or maybe a "what the heck?" kind of morning.
Sometimes things that happen here in Kenya are handled in completely different ways than they would be handled in America. For example: a missing child.
Wouldn't you be freaking out, scared to death, calling everyone in the world, checking every police station and NOT going to work as usual, as if nothing abnormal had happened?
Well, that's not how this case happened. One of our knitting ladies asked me as I was leaving yesterday morning if she could leave and go check a police station for her grandson. Her teen daughter and her son live with Syprose and she is raising them both. When her daughter, the boy's mother, went to school to pick him up the day before, he was not to be found. The teachers had not realized that he was missing.
He was gone through the night and into the morning. Just before I left the shop, she had gotten a call that the boy might be at a police station. So we took her to the station to check it out. Praise God, indeed, the boy was her grandson.
It amazes me how calm and composed these people are in what we would see as a frantic situation. They are not unfazed or uncaring. They just know that there is no need to panic, and their frantic behavior would not change the circumstance. Syprose was indeed very worried and scared for her baby, but handled it so differently than any mother or grandmother would in our society.
This story turned out to have a VERY good ending! Thank You, God, for taking care of this little buy while he was away from him family. Thank You for quickly reuniting them. It was such a job to see little Omondi run and jump in his grandma's arms.
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