I’ve never known a love like this. It’s foreign to me. But I do know that I wrote songs about you long before we ever met…
It is written, “And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you, says the Lord…” (Jeremiah 29:13-14)
Child, can’t you see that I long to be pursued by you? I am a true romantic.
And selfless as My love is, I want this for you, not just for me. Though it brings Me great pleasure when you search for Me, it benefits you even more.
It is this process, this endless pursuit, this great romance that defines our relationship. Doesn’t it sound exciting? I hope that your heart delights in Me, as Mine does in you.
Continue to seek Me. Begin your search again and again with each new day. Not only does this please Me, but it fulfills your deepest desire: to be found.
It is My desire too; to be found. Can you tell that you were created in My image? 😉
I think our society puts too much pressure on romantic love, and that’s why it often fails. Romance can’t possibly carry all that we want it to.
She hits the nail on the head!!
“I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.”
I have a tendency to get too comfortable too soon. This works well for me in some ways because I make friends easily. But when it comes to my romantic life, it kills the romance. I leave no mystery. Time and time again, I feel closer to the person than they feel to me. Why? Because I’ve opened up more than they have. The result resembles a one sided relationship in that I feel stronger towards the person than they do towards me. The person senses this and hits me with the, “I’m not ready for a relationship” line. By which they mean, “I’m not ready for a relationship with you,” which is understandable, since I haven’t exactly given them any rightful choice in the matter. By that point, I’m already acting as if we are in one.
Sigh. At least my acknowledging the issue is a step in the right direction, right?
The outpouring of love and support since the tragedy has been breathtaking. I am so grateful for each and every person who has reached out, from strangers to family, you’ve each helped me in a unique way all your own. My world was snatched like a rug from underneath my feet on June 11, 2012 when I lost my best friend and the love of my life. Since then, my life has changed dramatically. Everything that I thought I knew, all of our plans, our future, our dreams, they had to adjust. And that takes time. But today, I’m happy to say my feet are finally back on the ground. Although my knees shake, today, I stand. Nothing can fill the huge gap in my heart that now exists but that’s the beautiful part, I’m learning to live with this opening, to embrace it. It’s where our memories live, our love, and his spirit. It is this daring, fearless, and gentle spirit that I will continue to imitate in my own life. His absence has gone through me like a thread. Everything I do is stitched with his color.
It’s a strange thing when you start to feel better after thinking you never would. It’s even stranger when you want to love again after losing the love of your life. A part of you says, “No, you can’t! It’d be a betrayal.” But another part of you, the better part of you, screams, “Yes! Live again! Love again!”