This Journey Isn’t Over

My heart hurts, and I am emotionally, mentally, psychologically and physically exhausted.

But I’m home, and I’m safe, and I have a warm bed and watermelon and plenty of water and gas in my car and coworkers who cover for me last minute so I can take time to heal. And my family is alive. And I can walk safely down the sidewalk. And I can sit down at my piano and pour out the ache at the foot of the cross.

In my sleep, I’m still in Nepal, trying to get everyone on the plane with me. In my mind, I’m still seeing all the beautiful faces I encountered in passing and in person, and wondering, hoping, letting my heart break for them, and clinging to trust. In my heart, I’m still hugging Gopal and Sheila. Psychologically, I’m still tangibly feeling each tremor shake the core of my person. Physically, I’m finally letting the sobs rock me and the tears flood my face.

My healing journey isn’t over.

There are still people in Nepal. They have faces. And names. And souls. Please don’t forget them. Their homes are demolished. Their safety is questionable. Bed is outside, provisions are rationed, there is a shortage of gas, and they still have to go in to work because they need the money and people need help. Almost every single worker at the airport when we were trying to get out had lost their home and/or a family member. Life does not just return to normal.

Our work is prayer. Don’t stop praying because my team is home. If anything, continue to pray more fervently for the people to whom Nepal IS home.

Their journey isn’t over either.

I don’t believe God is done knitting my heart to Nepal and the Nepali people. I know He is calling me back. And when He makes the timing and the circumstances clear, I will go where He sends. When that time comes, I will revisit this site and gladly keep you updated again.

This Nepal journey isn’t over.

(Until I go back, I will keep blogging via my other site:   if you desire to follow and continue seeing glimpses of God’s grace in my story. Kinita also blogs at and is coming out with a book this summer: “I Am Hagar: Forgotten No More”)

As believers here, we have the unique privilege and responsibility of walking with the Christians in Nepal. We have the bond of faith that ties us together, and the shared assurance of salvation that enables us to cross cultural, denominational, and geographical lines to form one body. I firmly hope these experiences may serve as a wake-up call for those of us here in west to see the hunger of Nepali believers in desiring to know God personally and the huge need for support that those in ministry in that area have as they devote their lives to reaching a misled and hurting nation with the Truth. May we walk with them in tragedy and in healing, learn with them now and in the future, build relationships and support each other to the best of our ability this side of eternity, and feed each other with eternity in mind.

This faith journey together isn’t over.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

2 thoughts on “This Journey Isn’t Over

  1. Beautifully said, Kristyn! So relieved you are back and safe….but so grieved for those still in the nightmare. I see that photo of the 4 month old baby found alive in the rubble and I cry. Our little guy is 5 months old and I can’t imagine not knowing where he was or if he was alive….not having him in my arms for even a second….those poor mothers. Praying without ceasing. I share your blogs with the family at Family Bible Time and we pray. Thanks for sharing, sweetie!

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  2. Kristyn,
    God has given you a lot. And you are giving it back. Just like your Lord. Giving.
    And your choice of a song to express your soul and to lead us to sing out the suffering and yet the trust in providence is inspiring.
    Love and respect,
    Pastor David Beelen

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