Persevering Paige

I recently received a Facebook message from a woman I don’t know, but that knew my Mom. She used to work with my Mom at her first paralegal position. She said that she was thinking about my Mom tonight, and wanted to look me up to see if I was on Facebook. She is the one who actually suggested to my Mom that she name me Paige. She went on to tell me that I don’t know her, but that she feels like she knows me and sees so much of my Mom in me.

As my eyes filled up with tears, I responded to her, thanking her for reaching out. It really is things like that that make me feel like God is working in my life through other people to fill a gap that will always be there. I told this woman that perhaps she’s “known” me all along, because my name fits me so well.

She then told me that Page is her middle name, a surname actually. Beth Page being her name. She said she’s always loved her middle name, and that’s why she suggested it to my Mom. The comfort I received from and in her message is indescribable. That day seemed like such a normal day, but that message made it different than the rest. I felt peace.

To further my point, if you feel like reaching out to someone you don’t know, have a story of someone’s parent who has passed on, please reach out to them, please tell them. It is so, so very comforting.

Thanks be to God for the little things.