Loving the Unlovable

I know if I search for this title many other written pieces online will show up and even published books! But this thought came to my mind this morning and I feel compelled to write on the matter.

Loving what hurts to love. Loving those that have rejected me. Loving some close by and loving some from far away ( for loving doesn’t require my physical presence as a requirement)!

And so it comes to mind loving those uncomfortable times when things in life don’t flow the way I want them to be, when those I loved most make choices far from what I would prefer for them to do. I realized there’s more to hate than to love… But I’m asked to love the unlovable and how can I do that?

I must look at Christ’s walk! I need His life to bring light to mine! He is the ultimate example of what love truly means. No other man has been able to forgive the way Jesus forgave! It was at that cross over 2,000 years ago, that Jesus paid the price so the whole world and me, could have relationship with our Father God…

But looking isn’t enough, I must look deeply, back at the way Christ has loved me! He loved All of me and transformed the unlovable moments, sins, doubts into a new testimony of faith!

Today I’ve been pressed on by people’s actions I do not like. At moments I can’t receive or understand others’ actions and yet God calls me to sacrifice my comfort and just love, love with the power He has loved me… I cry, I yield, and I choose the narrow path.

Roxana Reyes Davis

10/25/23

The Station

( A Poem observing the world, my world…)

Rushing,

running down the hallways,

the clicking of coins,

the cry of a child,

a young woman passes by

and I seek for the right door

walking in confusion…

I tried to ask one question

but find no willing ears.

No one stops,

there’s no time,

the train is arriving

and I must go,

and so do they…

We each a different destiny,

avoiding interaction each of us

in a sea of deception

searching for answers.

Each train it’s own schedule.

Each passenger quietly traveling.

The journey has its unique turns,

and twisted pathways,

and no one cares if you arrived already

or if you are still sitting on a bench

at the train station.

I often watch the world around me,

In amazement

but other times,

a sense of lonesome ache

overtaking my memories…

At times I’m sitting on a passenger’s corner,

and others, I am the one still,

waiting for the next train,

sitting on a dull bench by the station.

I’m unseen then

but watchful,

and even though my voice is timid

for an instant,

I’m just writing stories

for another moment…

And I’m waiting…

It’s just another day

at the train station…