I saw it in her eyes . . . a glazed fatigue that said she was just barely hanging on. After stowing her backpack under the seat in front of us, she settled next to me with her 17-month-old daughter and a paper cup filled with a large scoop of ice cream. Perhaps seeing the concern in my face or . . . just needing to talk, she said softly, “We have been flying for the past thirty-six hours . . . from Kathmandu.” Having watched many reports of the devastating earthquake all week, the only thing I could think to say was, “Welcome home.”
As she fed her daughter spoonfuls of ice cream (the only thing the worried mother could get her little one to eat on their long journey) she talked about her experience. She and her daughter had flown to Nepal to attend her sister’s wedding. When the quake hit, my seat mate was the only one in the house–the rest of the family (including her daughter) was out in the back garden. She said several times, “I thought I was going to die,” before adding, “My only comfort was in knowing my family would take care of my daughter.”
Thankfully, she survived. But I could tell she was still reeling from having seen the world she had known since childhood literally crumble. She described “the wind that seemed to form with the quake”, filling the air with all sorts of dust particles that made survivors prone to eye and respiratory problems for days after. Over the next three days, she and her family “camped” (along with countless others) in an open-dirt area with no power, water or even a blanket to form a shelter. Finally, she and her daughter were admitted to the American Embassy, where they stayed two more days until a flight out was arranged for them. (Her comment here, “I have never been more grateful to be an American citizen!”)
She spoke softly about the historic sites as well as the majority of the city being flattened. To help me appreciate the significance of what she had witnessed she said, “Imagine the White House in Washington, DC, being demolished in just a moment . . . that is the magnitude of what has happened in Nepal.”
How does one respond to a story such as this? It took some careful thought before I responded with, “During times when I have felt like my life was crumbling, the Bible has provided me with the strength and courage I needed to continue moving forward. Psalm 139:16b is one of my favorites,
‘All the days ordained for me were written in Your Book,
before one of them came to be.'”
A gentleness settled across her face as she said, “I know that what you are saying is true, that God can often bring much blessing out of tragedy. That is what I am clinging to right now.” We spoke for some time about the blessings that could come out of the catastrophic shift that had taken place. Soon, as her little one finally relaxed and fell asleep in her arms, she also closed her eyes and drifted off in exhaustion.
I watched them as they slept, grateful for the privilege of hearing their story as they traveled this final leg home. I thought about her husband, waiting at the airport, hungry to see that his wife and daughter were truly alive and safe. Sitting there I also thought about how “life” can crumble around us in a myriad of ways–relationships broken, dreams squelched, a devastating health reversal, missed opportunities never to return . . . . The truth is, life on this earth is full of danger. I remembered the words of Psalm 46, where I have found comfort in the midst of trials:
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
(Verses 1-3)
There is no tower we can build that will be high enough, nor any wall we erect that will be broad enough to keep trouble away from our door. Only God can provide the comfort and shelter we need during such storms. I love how the rest of Psalm 46 draws us ever closer to the God who is our only Hope and Sure Shelter:
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
He lifts His voice, the earth melts.
The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Come and see what the Lord has done,
the desolations He has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
He burns the shields with fire.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
(verses 4-11)
When the plane finally landed she opened her eyes and smiled–HOME! They were finally home! Doing what I could to help, I gladly held her little one briefly as she gathered their few belongings. Then, almost in an instant, they were gone. Only when they were finally out of sight, did I realize that I would never forget her–even though I never learned her name . . . .
All to His Glory!
