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Daily Question, June 11

Whose enduring love do I carry with me?

  • Marilyn Leposki

    Great Question- I must admit- I carry enduring love for my family, husband, three sons, and three wonderful daughter in loves. (We both love the same man). And,– for the many dogs, & cats that have helped me on my journey teaching me more about myself than I knew. I love them all.
    Also, the most enduring love for infinite spirit for teaching me that I can get through stuff, I did end of life care for my Mom, and father in law) and it is hard work. For my Mom, there needed ...

    Great Question- I must admit- I carry enduring love for my family, husband, three sons, and three wonderful daughter in loves. (We both love the same man). And,– for the many dogs, & cats that have helped me on my journey teaching me more about myself than I knew. I love them all.
    Also, the most enduring love for infinite spirit for teaching me that I can get through stuff, I did end of life care for my Mom, and father in law) and it is hard work. For my Mom, there needed to be a tremendous understanding; as when I was younger she was MIA. And Im choosing to leave it at that, And, at the end of the road there was nothing but love there. Infinite Spirit and the love of my own family made all this possible, and through the love of my grandparents who raised me, I was able to work through and get this done along with prayer, meditation, and my family.

    My circle of love increases daily in vibration as I try and send out as many loving thoughts to all. We are all just walking each other home, a valuable lesson I was able to learn.

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  • maddie

    I carry my boyfriend’s love, my dad’s, my grandmother and my dog.

  • MM

    My Daddy’s. I wrote this today and thought I’d like to share it here.
    I haven’t given Father’s Day as much thought in the past as I have this year. The absence of you has made it ever present in my mind this week, really this month. How do I celebrate, honor you, Daddy, without you here with me? I am filled with gratitude for the almost thirty-seven years I had you here with me. It wasn’t long enough, but I have come to understand that we packed more memories into those years ...

    My Daddy’s. I wrote this today and thought I’d like to share it here.
    I haven’t given Father’s Day as much thought in the past as I have this year. The absence of you has made it ever present in my mind this week, really this month. How do I celebrate, honor you, Daddy, without you here with me? I am filled with gratitude for the almost thirty-seven years I had you here with me. It wasn’t long enough, but I have come to understand that we packed more memories into those years than most do in longer. You didn’t withhold your time. You taught me so much about life and about me. There were rough times, you made mistakes but to see you humbly own it, get back up and do better was so inspiring to me. If I could have back anything of ours, I’d take the heart to hearts, the guidance. There hasn’t been one life decision I’ve made without your input. From choosing Structural Engineer and picking MSU and commuting to getting a MS. To walking away from the man I’d thought I marry. To my first job and how do I deal with mans-planning on the job site. To buying my home with all the DIY advice, all the wrong relationship drama and breakups. To deciding to leave a great job to start somewhere new. The last advice you gave was so crazy simple and still I can’t bring myself to do it, but I promised I would, so I will. Since October, there have been so many moments I’ve needed to pick up the phone and talk to you. In the beginning, I started calling friends and family and even started seeing a therapist. Now, I stop and seat with whatever it is. I exercise my memories and my knowledge of you; eventually it comes to me, I know what you’d say if you were here because you never left me. All those conversations, all those lessons, all the time we spent in each other’s company, it’s all here with me… as you are. In my DNA, in my brain, in our family. Thank you Daddy for being involved in my life. I haven’t got it all figured out here yet, but I know I will because you gave me the tools.
    I love you bunches,
    Little Kid
    P.S. I’d also take a hug.

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  • Randy Shinn

    Love for my wife…..love for my animals

  • Grateful_Undead

    My Mom who passed away in the Fall of 2016. Her spirit will forever live in my heart, and I sense her in the wind.

  • Mindy

    I carry the enduring love of my daughter. While raising her, we had many up’s and down’s but I stuck with her and never gave up directing her to choose her correct path. She is now my best friend and now resides in Japan, with my grandson for the next year.

    I have faith that she will be home soon and I will again be close to her and be able to be with my grandchild.

  • Dave

    The innocence of my daughter makes her love of what surrounds her makes my own. Which my life source continues to bring me back to life when all of love is dead.

  • Verena

    ‘carry’ to me seems quite an unusual way to look at the love that is offered to me, that shelters me, that accompanies me, that I am imbued with…..a gift of life itself, expressed by various (human) beings in countless ways, by teachers, family, friends, companions, strangers; the richness of being alive and being able to gratefully acknowledge it.. ..

  • Kevin

    Why my wife, Elizabeth, of course! Followed by our children and grandchildren and I must not forget our dog, Gracie!

  • Hot Sauce

    My dog Tuck, my cat Hal, my deceased cat Moe, my mom, God, my friend Ivy, my friend Bri, my friend Lou, my pastor Ben, my friend Helen, my friend Monty, and some of the other people I have met in college and my first semester of graduate school.

  • Jodi

    This is a hard question. I don’t know what to make of it. No one comes to mind. There has been little love and little continuity. I write this so others who have the same reaction don’t feel alone.

    • Sylvie

      Thank you dear Jodi, for your kind and caring answer ❤ Here comes a warm sunray from across the ocean. Sylvie and Awinchen

  • Nina

    I think that place would be reserved for the Great I Am, the maker of the heaven and earth, the God of Abraham, of Issac and Jacob. My God who sustains me daily. May he continue to have an enduring love towards me and my family and forgive us all of our many shortcomings.

  • Christina

    My parents’. They’re 91 now and for me the sturm and drang of former years is replaced with just, well, love. And theirs for me. I am a first-born, and many times that child holds a special place in the parents’ heart and they in mine. I know that that’s where we are now.

  • pkr

    My daughter’s love as well as my mom and brother. I carry the everlasting love from my late dad, sister and brother. I miss them, but feel their presence daily.
    I feel God’s love and presence. If I did not have this, I would be lost. I am blessed.❤️🙏❤️

  • Zoe

    The first person who came to mind after I read this question is my Mother or Mum as my siblings and I called her. And then, I scrolled down to see what others wrote. And there were others who also feel the enduring love of their Mother as well.

    My grown daughter is planning to move ‘back home’, she didn’t grow up there because I moved away from home before I was married and raised my children. And yet, my daughter feels a calling to move ‘back home’ and sh...

    The first person who came to mind after I read this question is my Mother or Mum as my siblings and I called her. And then, I scrolled down to see what others wrote. And there were others who also feel the enduring love of their Mother as well.

    My grown daughter is planning to move ‘back home’, she didn’t grow up there because I moved away from home before I was married and raised my children. And yet, my daughter feels a calling to move ‘back home’ and she had a dream of my Mum, her Granny, lovingly approving and supporting her move ‘back home’ where my Mum used to live. My Mum does indeed live on, with enduring love.

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  • Elizabeth M Jones

    My beloved husband Stanley. A great enduring, everlasting love. A knowledge that he loves me and that is wonderful.

  • Lioness

    My family, those who are here and those who have passed on, forever in my heart.

  • youdeservemore

    My family.

  • Tamara

    My mother, who died in January two days before her 95th birthday. My poem expresses this:
    Free

    I feel her presence the way others
    feel God. Though she gave me life,
    she is no God, yet she is everywhere:
    she moves among my photos and papers,
    my shirts and jackets on their hangers;
    she is curled like a napping cat in the belly
    of my guitar. No longer tethered to her body,
    she is with me even in my garden,
    where the breeze is no longer...

    My mother, who died in January two days before her 95th birthday. My poem expresses this:
    Free

    I feel her presence the way others
    feel God. Though she gave me life,
    she is no God, yet she is everywhere:
    she moves among my photos and papers,
    my shirts and jackets on their hangers;
    she is curled like a napping cat in the belly
    of my guitar. No longer tethered to her body,
    she is with me even in my garden,
    where the breeze is no longer too chill for her;
    she is there among the growing things
    she had so little love for when she lived –
    preferring a piano bar to the nasturium’s
    vermillion horn. She always ended her letters
    to me: My eternal love enfolds you –
    an abstraction while she lived; a truth
    she keeps repeating, now that she is free.

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    • Zoe

      Your poem is very touching. When I read this question and before I scrolled down to read other people’s comments, my mother came to mind. Her birthday would have been yesterday, she passed away in 2007 and she remains in my heart, forever. I know she is watching from above or from heaven, wherever that may be, I know she remains close in heart to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Thank you for sharing.

  • Leslie Gaudet

    I carry the enduring love of Jesus. For so many years he patiently waited for me to realize that his light and love is the way to my true happiness. So I am thankful that he never gave up sending people into my life to remind me.

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