Day 8 comes from my homegirl, Lexi. Sweet Moses, this girl is GREAT. She is the most soothing person you’ll ever meet. Her ability to discern people’s needs and minister love is incredible. She understands and appreciates all the different ways people need love and gives it TO ’em. I first met Lexi as a missionary, and even though we never even got to serve in the same zone, I remember just always being so grateful after interacting with her, or even observing her interactions with others. She just radiates good love and understanding. She has a great gift for bringing different kinds of people together and building others up. One of the best days of my mission was spent on exchanges with her. Lexi is also one of those people who can weather any storm, and is so much tougher than she thinks she is. (She also writes a happy little blog called Alexandria Krystine and I always LOVE reading her thoughts.) She shares some beautiful words on resilience, heartbreak, and second chances.
“Love. A four letter word with so much meaning, so much passion, sometimes hate, and most always a little bit of magic. What does love even mean? I believe there is no universal definition of love. It’s such a simple idea, surrounded by so much complexity. Every individual has their own definition of love that is created by their experiences, stories, and feelings. Because of my personal adventure with love I love, love. I love being in love, I love giving love, I love receiving love, I love watching those I love, love each other. But I haven’t always loved, love. There have been moments in my life where I’ve detested love. It’s idea, it’s feeling. Love betrayed me, and hurt me to my core. It turned on my deepest feelings, and brightest dreams. It chewed me up and spit me out. But part of my personal definition of love, is that it is the gold mine of second chances.
October of last year I finally felt like I was somewhat normal again after one of my few experiences of detesting love. I wasn’t quite at the point of having hope for tomorrow, but I was past the point of feeling nauseous at a romantic comedy. I wasn’t looking for a second chance at love, nor did I think at that time I necessarily deserved it. But one day completely out of the blue, love gave me a second chance. There was a boy. A very cute boy who wears his hats backwards, and loves baseball like it’s one of his children. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, he told me I was pretty and bought me flowers on my bad days just like the last one did. But he opened my eyes and helped my learn that love is all about second chances. They come when we least expect it, sometimes they come when we feel least deserving. But because love is what makes this world go round, it will always come again. Whether it be in this life or the next, we will all have a chance at love. I am lucky. Really, really ridiculously lucky that my second chance came when it did. But for some people it doesn’t come in a romantic way. Love has countless meanings, and endless displays. Because love is a waterfall of second chances, there are little reminders everywhere we look that love can be abundant in our lives if we choose to let it. That random text from a friend you haven’t talked to in forever, or the nice elderly man who held a door open for you are prime examples of this idea. There are constant reminders that love is in our lives, some are bigger then others, but it’s always there. You just have to choose to let it show its waterfall, streaming with second chances.”