Living Proof: Miracles, Blessings, and Mercy
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
Do miracles still happen? Can you really count on blessings, and is mercy more than just a nice word? If you’re asking me, let me break it down for you: my life is living, breathing proof. I don’t need to look for signs in the clouds or some grand gesture from above. The evidence is all over my story in the roads I’ve trudged, the storms I’ve survived, and the grace that showed up when I was least deserving.
When you grow up with struggle as the background music, you learn quick to see the extraordinary tucked into the ordinary. There were times I felt like life had me in a chokehold like the weight of everything was too much, and the world? Well, it wasn’t doing me any favors. But somehow, just when I thought the game was over, the Creator slid in not with flashing lights or trumpets, but with moments so real and raw, I couldn’t ignore them.
Let me take you back to one of those times. I was broke, lost, and running on empty not just financially, but spiritually too. I remember sitting in my small, dark apartment, staring at an empty fridge and an even emptier sense of hope, wondering how I was going to make it through the week. Then out of nowhere, a friend I hadn’t talked to in years hit me up. “Hey, you’ve been on my mind,” they said. “I felt like I should check on you.” They didn’t know what I was going through, but they showed up with groceries and cash, right when I needed it most. Some people might chalk that up to luck, but me? That’s a miracle, plain and simple.
And I can’t forget the times when people I thought would ride with me for life walked out the door. They turned their backs on me just when I was at my lowest when I had no idea which way to go or how to make something happen. At first, it felt like a betrayal that I’d never recover from. But as soon as they left, the Creator stepped in. Every time someone walked away, it created space for the divine to move. Doors opened, solutions appeared, and I realized that what I thought was abandonment was really preparation for a breakthrough.
See, miracles aren’t always about parting seas or walking on water. Most times, they look like someone showing up for you when you’re on the brink. Sometimes, they sound like that small voice in your head telling you, “Keep going,” when all you want to do is throw in the towel.
Then there are blessings. People get it twisted, thinking blessings are all about the big stuff cars, houses, fat bank accounts. But real blessings? They’re quieter. They’re in the hug from someone who genuinely loves you. They’re in the random burst of strength to keep pushing when you’re completely drained. They’re in the laugh that catches you off guard, even on your hardest days. Blessings don’t always announce themselves; sometimes you only realize they were there when you look back and see they were the thread holding it all together.
And mercy oh, mercy. That’s the thing that keeps me grounded. See, the world likes to keep score. You mess up, you pay for it. But the Creator? That’s not how He moves. I’ve made my share of mistakes hurt people, doubted myself, and even questioned the One who’s always been in my corner. But every time I braced myself for the worst, I was met with grace. Mercy isn’t just forgiveness; it’s being handed another chance to rewrite the story.
In the city, life comes at you fast. Everyone’s out here grinding, chasing that next big thing, trying to feel alive. It’s easy to forget that every breath you take is a miracle, that every moment of peace is a blessing, and that every bit of grace you’ve been shown is mercy in action. But when I slow down when I look back at the chaos, the wins, the losses I see it all so clearly. The Creator’s fingerprints are on every page of my life.
So yeah, miracles aren’t just ancient legends. Blessings aren’t reserved for a chosen few. Mercy isn’t some far-off idea. They’re real. They’re here. And if you’re still doubting, take a good look at me. I’m living proof that the divine is still working in this world.
You don’t have to search the skies for signs. Just slow down, look around, and let the evidence speak for itself. Trust me it’s there. You just have to be willing to see it.
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