I Choose to Love You—Even When the Sky Falls

I Choose to Love You—Even When the Sky Falls

By Kateb

I am choosing to love you and not just on your good days.

Not just when your spirit soars, when your laughter is thick with joy and your hands are lifted in triumph. No, I choose to love you on the days when your chest is heavy, and your prayers are hollow whispers. On the days when life is cruel, when the winds of despair bend your back and the weight of the world makes you feel small I will still choose you. I will still stay. I will still love.

Because love is not love if it leaves when life gets loud.

As I sit on the shores of grace and mercy, with my feet dipped into the eternal waters of compassion, I think about how good the Creator has been to me. I reflect on every moment I fell, every time I lost my way, and how despite it all He loved me still. Not once did He walk away. Not once did He turn His face from me. In my most flawed, fragile, fragmented moments He stayed. He covered me. He whispered, “I still see you. I still choose you.”

And because I have been loved like that unconditionally, relentlessly, and eternally I choose to love like that too. I choose to mirror that mercy, to extend that grace. I love not from convenience but from covenant. Not out of ease but out of divine echo. My love is a reflection of the One who held me when I was unlovable. The One who cradled me when I was cracked open by grief, by failure, by fear.

So when you tremble beneath the burden of being human, know that I will not run.

When you are tired of being strong, when your soul has limped into the room dragging disappointment like a heavy cloak, I will not turn away. I will sit beside you. I will be a shelter for your storm, a balm for your bruises, a soft place for your weariness to rest.

Because love true love doesn’t retreat. It redeems.

When the world whispers to me, “Leave this is too much,” I will shout back, “I was built for this.” Because grace built me. Because mercy molded me. Because the Creator’s unwavering love trained my soul to withstand sorrow without folding.

I’ve learned that to love someone deeply is to become a witness to their becoming. It is to hold space for their unbecoming. It is to water their soul in drought. It is to still believe when they stop believing in themselves. Love sees through the layers, beyond the masks, underneath the rubble and it speaks life to the roots. The same way the Creator spoke life into mine.

There were days when I was not easy to love. Days when I doubted everything. Days when bitterness sat on my tongue and sorrow draped itself across my shoulders like a shroud. And still, the Creator said, “I have called you by name. You are mine.”

He didn’t love me for what I did. He loved me for who I am even when I didn’t know who that was.

That is the love I give you.

Not just on the mountain, but in the valley.

Not just when your crown is on, but even when it’s fallen and cracked.

Not just when you are soaring, but even when you can barely stand.

Because I know what it is to be held when you feel hollow. I know what it is to be seen through the veil of shame and loved anyway. I know what it is to be met in the pit and reminded of your purpose.

So I will be that reminder for you.

I will whisper to your wounds, “You still matter.”

I will sing over your sorrow, “You are not forgotten.”

I will declare to your darkness, “Light is coming. I will sit with you until it breaks.”

Love has taught me this: it is not always loud. Sometimes it is the quiet presence in a hospital room. The silent prayer in the middle of the night. The unspoken commitment to stay even when there’s nothing left to say. The knowing hand that holds yours not to fix but to feel.

And love is not afraid of pain. Love walks into the fire with you and says, “We will not be consumed.”

Love is not scared of scars. It traces them with reverence and says, “These are proof that you survived.”

Love is not shaken by silence. It sits in it and makes it holy.

When you are overwhelmed, when you feel buried under bills, deadlines, heartache, depression, or the loneliness that wraps itself around your ribs I will be your reminder that love still lives here. That there is someone who won’t walk away. Who won’t grow tired of holding space for you. Who won’t abandon you when your beauty is buried beneath burdens.

Because I know what it’s like to be the one nobody knew how to hold.

But the Creator held me. Oh yes, He did.

He held me in dark corners where no one else dared go. He found me at my most undone. He called me worthy when I felt worthless. He filled me with peace when panic clawed at my chest. He didn’t need me to be perfect He just needed me to be present.

And now, I do the same.

You don’t have to show up with strength. Show up in whatever form you’re in. Ragged. Tired. Quiet. Angry. Afraid. I won’t flinch. I’ll open my arms wider.

Because when you love through the lens of eternity, you’re not loving someone’s moment you’re loving their soul. And souls don’t scare me.

I see the divine in you. Even when it’s hidden beneath tears, failure, or doubt. Even when you forget your own light. I will still speak to your glow.

And when the sky falls? I’ll stand with you in the rubble and help rebuild.

Because love doesn’t just shelter. It restores.

Love doesn’t just endure. It revives.

Love doesn’t just choose once. It chooses daily.

This isn’t a feeling. This is a vow.

This is what it means to sit on the shores of grace, to soak in mercy, to reflect the boundless, patient, and eternal love that saved my life.

So, I love you as the Creator loves me not for what you do, but for who you are.

Not for your strength, but in your surrender.

Not just when the sun is shining, but even when the sky is falling apart.

Because even then…

You are still worthy.

You are still chosen.

You are still beloved.

And I

I am still here.

Loving you.

With the same breath that once revived me.

With the same mercy that found me.

With the same grace that carries me still.

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Author’s Note

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

Love is not cheap.

It is not casual, convenient, or for sale in plastic wrapping like something you’d find in the corner aisle of a dollar store.

What most people call “love” is often nothing more than attachment, need, possession, or a hollow echo of the real thing.

But real love true love is divine.

It is not man-made. It cannot be faked, bought, traded, or negotiated.

It is a frequency. A presence. A sacred current that flows from the Creator through everything that breathes.

Love is not a word it’s a force.

It stretches beyond emotion. It lives beyond time.

It’s the quiet storm that breaks chains, the gentle fire that melts pride,

the invisible hand that lifts you when no one else sees you fallen.

Love isn’t blind it sees clearly, and still chooses to stay.

It’s not weak it is the most powerful vibration in the universe.

When you are held in true love, you are held by The Creator

We’ve normalized love that’s shallow, transactional, selfish, impatient.

But that’s not love. That’s survival disguised as romance. That’s ego dressed up in need.

We weren’t made for that. We were born to experience a love that purifies the soul,

stretches the heart, breaks us open, and rebuilds us in light.

The kind of love that teaches, transforms, and transcends.

The kind of love that doesn’t run when things get uncomfortable.

The kind of love that says: “I see you, all of you and I still choose to stay.”

Love is not found in grand gestures or filtered moments.

It is found in truth. In presence. In silence. In surrender.

It is the language of the universe and the heartbeat of the Creator.

And until we learn to love like that above ego, above fear, above pride we will only taste the crumbs of what we were meant to feast on.

So let this be a reminder.

Don’t settle for fast food love, fake love, temporary love, small love.

Don’t offer it either.

Dig deep. Burn bright. Love high. Love whole. Love like the Most High does

with no conditions, no limits, no lies.

Because in the end, it won’t be your money, your titles, or your image that will speak for you.

It’ll be how deeply you loved.

How fiercely.

How truthfully.

How purely.

How freely.

And that… will echo through eternity.

Proverb:

“Love is not spoken with the mouth, but proven with the soul.”

Haiku:

Roots below the storm,

Love blossoms without permission

Light born from stillness.