His Love for me and all the world, it is with me.
My life is to carry that love, co creation is sharing love in my way of being and doing. In my living, His love is my life source of Hope.
I don’t know if I carry anyone’s undying love with me . . .
I carry love within me for other people,
but I have no idea who holds me in their heart with love.
So many people
have touched me deeply over the years
that I could never gather them in a room,
or even a stadium together.
I have loved long and loved well . . .
I’ve also loved badly.
It’s all a mangled mash of blood and bone,
sorrow and pain and ecstasy and joy
that I can’t fully separate them into categories
with concise little labels.
My heart aches with love;
it also breaks with love.
My heart swells with love
even to the bursting point.
This life is messy,
even in its enduring beauty . . .
very hard to hold it all in my hands at one time.♥
“This life is messy, even in its enduring beauty . . . very hard to hold it all in my hands at one time.” Similar to loose mercury or herding cats!, dear Sparrow.
The good Lord, my Nana who passed away when I was a teen. My parents, my Mom has been gone for 25 years now, but my Dad is still alive, my children, my very good friends throughout my life.
“enduring love” is an interesting concept. And when you ask me “whose” I carry with me, I can only carry my opinion who that might be. I feel certain that my mentor of 27 years was capable of “enduring love” or he would have given up on me many years ago! I would also put my son in that category!
Whose enduring love do I carry with me?
I would have to say my Dad’s enduring love.
My Dad passed in 2010. It took many years for me to accept that he was really gone.
My Dad could be difficult, but his love was so pure and steadfast.
There were times that it felt like his whole being was a vessel of love.
When I picture my Dad, I can see him, standing in the driveway of the home I grew up in,
waving goodbye to me, after I had been there for a visit.
He would look at me as I pulled out of the driveway, with so much love.
I could see his eyes tearing up, as he stood there waving and smiling.
I could see his goodness and the purity of his love.
If he is living in an afterlife, and able to do so,
I know he is watching over my Mom, my younger sister, and myself,
and sending down the pure and gentle energy of his abiding love.
I love you, my sweet Dad, and I always will.
I carry the love of the family members who have showed me love as I grew up – unconditional love was what I learned through them.
I also carry the love of ABBA, that immense creative energy who loved me into being and
as vastly cosmic as ABBA is – there is that unmistakable, personal, annihilating love that hugs me during the toughest times.
I know that my partner loves me, despite all of my flaws, and I am positive that it qill be enduring, but as Antoinette already said: only God can love us truly unconditionally.
What a beautiful question! I can think of this question as both their love for me and my love for them.
My parents, dead now but their love is alive in me.
My sweetheart–tomorrow is our 18th anniversary.
My amazing, precious daughters.
My two closest friends.
My siblings–the 4 still alive, the brother who drowned in 2016. My sisters-in-law. We’re not all equally close in everyday emotional terms but we are family.
My dearest cousin, whom I got to see just recently for an evening of catching up over delicious food.
My grandma on my mother’s side, who lives on in every stitch of knitting I create and my rare but fun trips to go bowling.
I carry my mother’s love. She was flawed, like all of us, and she was put in a very difficult position, but as benignly neglected as I felt, I never questioned her love for me, and I am grateful for that.
There’s also the love of my oldest friends. They have seen me through some tough situations. I know I can call on them if I’m in need. And that’s a good feeling to have.
Charlie, Your answer is right on for me…the question is not about unconditional love. It is about enduring love. It’s about someone being there for us. I think loving me at many times has taken endurance!
A multitude of folks. My mother died 21 months after my birth. I am sure her love endures in me as well as all the ones that filled in to take her place.
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Who’s enduring Love do I carry with me?
My Lord, Jesus.
His Love for me and all the world, it is with me.
My life is to carry that love, co creation is sharing love in my way of being and doing. In my living, His love is my life source of Hope.
Whose enduring love do I carry with me?
I don’t know if I carry anyone’s undying love with me . . .
I carry love within me for other people,
but I have no idea who holds me in their heart with love.
So many people
have touched me deeply over the years
that I could never gather them in a room,
or even a stadium together.
I have loved long and loved well . . .
I’ve also loved badly.
It’s all a mangled mash of blood and bone,
sorrow and pain and ecstasy and joy
that I can’t fully separate them into categories
with concise little labels.
My heart aches with love;
it also breaks with love.
My heart swells with love
even to the bursting point.
This life is messy,
even in its enduring beauty . . .
very hard to hold it all in my hands at one time.♥
“This life is messy, even in its enduring beauty . . . very hard to hold it all in my hands at one time.” Similar to loose mercury or herding cats!, dear Sparrow.
Exactly,
dear Joseph
Exactly! ♥
The good Lord, my Nana who passed away when I was a teen. My parents, my Mom has been gone for 25 years now, but my Dad is still alive, my children, my very good friends throughout my life.
“enduring love” is an interesting concept. And when you ask me “whose” I carry with me, I can only carry my opinion who that might be. I feel certain that my mentor of 27 years was capable of “enduring love” or he would have given up on me many years ago! I would also put my son in that category!
I found Richard Rohr’s meditation today very thought provoking. It’s about Jonah and the Whale. Hope you have time to read it.
https://cac.org/daily-meditations/an-imperfect-messenger/
It sounds
like you had a wonderful mentor,
dear Carol . . . ♥
ps. Thanks again,
for Richard Rohr’s meditation.
Whose enduring love do I carry with me?
I would have to say my Dad’s enduring love.
My Dad passed in 2010. It took many years for me to accept that he was really gone.
My Dad could be difficult, but his love was so pure and steadfast.
There were times that it felt like his whole being was a vessel of love.
When I picture my Dad, I can see him, standing in the driveway of the home I grew up in,
waving goodbye to me, after I had been there for a visit.
He would look at me as I pulled out of the driveway, with so much love.
I could see his eyes tearing up, as he stood there waving and smiling.
I could see his goodness and the purity of his love.
If he is living in an afterlife, and able to do so,
I know he is watching over my Mom, my younger sister, and myself,
and sending down the pure and gentle energy of his abiding love.
I love you, my sweet Dad, and I always will.
❤️
Beautiful
I carry the love of the family members who have showed me love as I grew up – unconditional love was what I learned through them.
I also carry the love of ABBA, that immense creative energy who loved me into being and
as vastly cosmic as ABBA is – there is that unmistakable, personal, annihilating love that hugs me during the toughest times.
God’s love. Nothing can change that.
I know that my partner loves me, despite all of my flaws, and I am positive that it qill be enduring, but as Antoinette already said: only God can love us truly unconditionally.
My husband. He is and always has been loving towards me, even when I don’t deserve it!
Dear Linda, you always deserve it. Always.
What a beautiful question! I can think of this question as both their love for me and my love for them.
My parents, dead now but their love is alive in me.
My sweetheart–tomorrow is our 18th anniversary.
My amazing, precious daughters.
My two closest friends.
My siblings–the 4 still alive, the brother who drowned in 2016. My sisters-in-law. We’re not all equally close in everyday emotional terms but we are family.
My dearest cousin, whom I got to see just recently for an evening of catching up over delicious food.
My grandma on my mother’s side, who lives on in every stitch of knitting I create and my rare but fun trips to go bowling.
Barb, you have warmed my heart.
I carry my mother’s love. She was flawed, like all of us, and she was put in a very difficult position, but as benignly neglected as I felt, I never questioned her love for me, and I am grateful for that.
There’s also the love of my oldest friends. They have seen me through some tough situations. I know I can call on them if I’m in need. And that’s a good feeling to have.
Charlie, Your answer is right on for me…the question is not about unconditional love. It is about enduring love. It’s about someone being there for us. I think loving me at many times has taken endurance!
A multitude of folks. My mother died 21 months after my birth. I am sure her love endures in me as well as all the ones that filled in to take her place.
My Mother died when I was four dear Yram. I never thought about it till now but I believe her love endures in me also. Thank you.
God’s love, of course, and my mom’s, even though she’s been gone more than 20 years.
My children and my cat 🙂
♥️
Ngoc
Loc, you and Ngoc are such a beautiful couple.
Is she visiting in California now?
Yes, Mary. I’ll be going with my parents on Tuesday evening to pick her up to return home.
Wonderful!
I carry the love of my husband, family, God, and myself.
Have a peaceful Sunday, all.