Faith, Winds, and the Creator’s Unstoppable Wi-Fi
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
Standing in allegiance with the same Creator who restores vision to those who’ve lost it, I marvel at the unparalleled force that guides us through even the most harrowing challenges. This is the Creator who didn’t just open the eyes of the blind but also opened paths where none existed like parting the Red Sea for those who had nowhere else to turn. That same power has shown up in my life, turning chaos into calm and transforming despair into determination. And trust me, I’ve had enough “Red Sea” moments to start my own biblical sequel!
There were moments when I felt like my back was against the wall, where everything I worked for seemed to crumble like a cookie dropped into a hot cup of coffee. I was convinced I’d hit a dead end, like a ship stranded in a storm with no lighthouse in sight. But just when I was ready to throw in the towel or at least dramatically flop on the floor like a soap opera actor something shifted. A divine gust of possibility swept through my life, and what seemed impossible became inevitable. The Creator didn’t just give me a way out; He gave me a way forward. The winds parted what I thought was an impenetrable obstacle, and I walked through not because I was strong, but because I was carried by faith.
Now, let’s be real: my faith isn’t some mountain-sized, superhero-level force. Most days, it’s about as small as a Wi-Fi signal in the middle of nowhere. But guess what? Even with one little bar, mountains have been uprooted and tossed aside. Oceans have rolled back, and storms that loomed heavy above me have become the very skies I’ve soared through. It’s like the Creator’s network never goes down even in dead zones.
The Creator who breathed existence into galaxies from the pitch-black void is the same force that speaks life into me. Imagine that out of triple darkness, the universe was born. And in my own triple darkness grief, uncertainty, and fear light has consistently found me. The Creator didn’t just show up for me in the easy times. No, He walked with me in the trenches, in the midnight hours when my mind was clouded with doubt and my spirit was heavy with regret.
I recall sitting in a parking lot late at night, my head resting on the steering wheel, feeling utterly defeated. I didn’t even have the strength to pray I just sat there, letting the silence consume me. But even in that stillness, there was a hum, a frequency I couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t a loud voice, but a quiet assurance: “You’re not done yet.” That moment didn’t fix everything, but it gave me just enough to take the next step. And sometimes, that’s all we need a nudge, a whisper, a spark to keep moving.
It’s this allegiance that keeps me grounded. To align with the Creator isn’t just about lofty spiritual ideals; it’s about real-life grit and resilience. It’s about knowing that no matter how outnumbered or overwhelmed you feel, there’s a force greater than anything working on your behalf.
There’s a saying my grandmother used to repeat whenever life felt unbearable: “The Creator specializes in the impossible.” She said it with such certainty, like it was a fact as basic as the sky being blue. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I get it now. I’ve seen rivers of difficulty part in my own life. I’ve seen unexpected blessings come from what looked like barren ground.
The Creator didn’t just resurrect my circumstances; He resurrected my mind. There was a time when my thoughts were so negative, so self-defeating, that I felt like a walking corpse. My ambition had flatlined, my hope was on life support, and my faith was barely hanging on. But even in that mental grave, the Creator didn’t leave me. Instead, He exhaled life back into my being, raising me up piece by piece.
One particular memory stands out. I was sitting under a willow tree, feeling like the weight of the world had anchored me in place. I was angry—angry at life, at myself, even at God. But as the wind rustled through the branches, something shifted in me. It was as if the tree itself was speaking, reminding me of its roots deep, unshakable, alive despite storms. In that moment, I realized I was still standing, too. Maybe bent, maybe battered, but not broken. And that realization sparked a resurrection of sorts not in my circumstances, but in my perspective.
If you’ve ever experienced it, you know what I mean: the power of the Creator is unmistakable. It doesn’t always arrive with thunderclaps or burning bushes; sometimes, it’s a quiet strength, a subtle push, an undeniable knowing. When you align yourself with that power, life takes on a different rhythm. The battles don’t disappear, but you start to fight them differently not out of desperation, but out of trust.
It’s not always easy. There are days when my faith feels paper-thin, when I’m tempted to give up and give in. But then I remember the times I’ve been carried when I couldn’t walk, the storms I’ve flown above when I thought I’d drown. And I remember that my allegiance isn’t to fleeting emotions or temporary circumstances it’s to the Creator who’s been there through it all.
So here I am, standing in allegiance with the One who gives sight to the blind, who parts seas, who births light from darkness, and who resurrects life from graves. If you see it, you’ll understand: this isn’t about religion or ritual. It’s about relationship. It’s about trusting that the same force that holds the stars in place holds you, too.
And when you walk in that trust, in that allegiance, everything changes not because life gets easier, but because you start to see the impossible as inevitable.
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