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Topic: Beach (07/04/05)
TITLE: Waiting for Becky
By Christine Rhee
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Even so, I have never felt closer to her than in the hours we waited to learn the fate of her daughter, Becky, in the aftermath of the London bombings.
Fresh out of college, young and in love, Bec had just arrived in London at daybreak on Wednesday, to begin a new life with her fiancé’. We have been both excited and tearful over the well-deserved realization of her dream-come-true: elated for her, but sad for the goodbyes her departure would mean for us.
But the shock of the London bombings so soon after her arrival clearly rocked both of our worlds, especially when no word of assurance came from Bec, and her fiance’s family could not be reached.
In the hours that we waited to hear any news, I felt that Emma and I shared a common breath, not to mention a common prayer. Even though we now live half a world apart, I was with her in her agony of not knowing the fate of her little girl, her only daughter, the mother of her future grandchildren. We shared the anxiety of imagining my honorary niece, injured and in shock, possibly lying in a strange hospital bed, only her second day in a foreign country. I was with my friend as she saw the helpless worry in the eyes of her husband Greg, as he realized there was nothing he could do to help his princess from so far away. I thought about Becky’s brother, Marty, tightlipped at work, with worry lines on his forehead, trying not to consider the worst possibilities.
Every breath of concern we shared, minute after minute, hour after hour, deepened our connection. And finally came the immense relief, greater than any other relief any of us had ever felt: Bec hadn’t called, because she had been in Bath with her fiancé and his family, out sightseeing, oblivious to the fact that all the homefolk were worried sick about her. But no, we found out, Bec had not been in London at the time of the attacks. She’d been safe and sound in Bath, sleeping off her jetlag!!
There is no comparison to the joy, the relief, the elation at learning that our girl was fine. The shared hours of prayerful agony and the celebration of the most wonderful news possible brought us more deeply close together than we ever thought we could be. It also brought the realty of terror far too close to our own doorsteps, but such is the reality of war…
As the mother and the honorary auntie, we could have been tempted, for a fleeting moment, to be cross with Bec for not realizing we’d be worried. But the joy of finding that she was fine quickly overrode that—that, and our thankful prayer that even in these days of overhanging ominous threats, our girl can still enjoy her romantic adventure in England.
Now, it would be tempting to be selfish and needle young Rebecca to return home, where it is safe, so we wouldn’t have to worry about her any more. But, we find this is a test of both our courage and our faith. We must have the courage to join with the brave people of London in refusing to allow international bullies to scare us into hiding. And we must put our faith in our God, Who holds the number of each of our days in His all-loving and all-powerful hands. We must trust Him, that no matter what trouble may befall us, Jesus is bigger than all of that, so that we may be bathed in His peace and comfort in the prayerful days ahead.
Even so, as I consider the tragic turn the coming days could have taken, had the news about Becky not been so wonderful, I can’t help thinking, “Thank God for jetlag!!”
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