Persevering Paige

Nowadays, they say true love is rare. I do believe that to be true. This is most definitely one my non-sense, late night blog posts that may not make sense when I am finished, yet here I am, writing it anyway. 

I do feel that, by circumstance, I have been blessed with the ability to witness true, strong, and everlasting love; so I have a better idea of what it looks like than most my age. On a different note, the experiences that I have overcome have also made me more aware of love and how precious it is in the moment. It has also given me the ability to love deeper and appreciate it more. 

I wanted to share with you, some personal stories and information that I have watched or been a part of that prove that true love does exist, even in its rare form that it’s said to be in today.

First and foremost, my mother. I get irritated with the English language at times because they do not make words to describe how amazing my mother was, at least I haven’t found the acceptable compilation of them yet. I’m still searching. She loved my siblings and I so much, and I got to realize/witness that a lot sooner and in a much more real way than most. My mother also loved the Lord in an inspirational way. This is simply about trust. My mother trusted in the Lord so much, it gave me the strength, the wisdom, and the grace needed to not have to question my faith ever again in my life, at the age of 13. Watching her struggle with terminal cancer and, when the options were all gone, she looked at me and said, “Paige, if this is the Lord’s plan for me, then I will have to accept it.” There aren’t many humans that could trust in something such as the Lord, knowing they will leave behind their three young children, and not be afraid. She exhibited nothing but one-hundred percent trust in the Lord, without fear or hesitation, and even managed to reassure my siblings and I when we feared for what our lives would be like without her presence. There’s something about witnessing that which gave me enough strength for the rest of my life. 

Second, my stepfather. He is an average good guy, but deep down, he is special. I mean that in a very good way. My stepfather, I could go on and on about-but to keep it short, there’s one aspect of him that I would like to address for this blog post. His love for my mother. He has been married 3 times. My mother was his third wife. He met her later in life, he was 58 when they met. She was 38. Yes, they were 20 years apart. My mother passed away almost 7 years ago, yet my stepdad has never gone on a single date, and often reminds me that my Mom was “the one” for him. Now I know many people get remarried after losing a spouse, all situations are different. My mother got remarried after losing my father. All I’m saying is, there’s something to be said about loving someone so much, that even years after they have passed away, you still can’t see yourself with someone else. I have always seen their love as an exceptional example of what I want in my own life. 

Thirdly, myself. I said earlier that everything I have been through, such as losing my parents by the ripe age of 14, has given me the ability to love deeper and appreciate love more. The example of myself that I wanted to share in my post about true love is this: My friend Reagan died two years ago and every month, I have visited her at least once. Most months it has been more than that. She is still my best friend, I still refer to her as my best friend, and I tell everyone about her. I have even caught myself referring to her as still being here. I went on a date once, and immediately drove there to tell her about it. I usually go see her anytime I need to talk and clear my mind, like we would do if she were here. I know that she isn’t physically where she is buried and have sometimes been upset with myself because I do visit so often…she is just buried in the most beautiful place. I have yet to figure out why I do go see her so much, though there’s nothing wrong with it, I think the answer is simply because she is my best friend. And just like I mentioned earlier about my Mom and my frustration with the English language…that also applies to my best friend. I try to describe her to people and stumble with words trying to find the right ones. Maybe people would realize how much it hurt if they could understand or get a perception of the type of being they were. Anyway, I have reflected upon that in myself and found it to be what I believe to be an example of true love, and how it can overcome anything. 

That’s the thing, true love is rare, but real, and it can, without a doubt, overcome anything. 

I found this quote about self care to be pure in intention. 💗