My Résumé for the Throne

My Résumé for the Throne

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

If heaven had an open door policy and I believe it does I imagine there’d still be a moment where my spirit stands at the edge of eternity, holding something like a résumé. Not a brag sheet, no gold stars or inflated titles. Just a quiet offering. A sacred document scribbled with the ink of experience, humility, and growth. A résumé written not to impress, but to confess. Not to qualify, but to say, “I’m still here. Still trying. Still Yours.”

So if I were to hand mine over, it might read a little something like this.

Name:

Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar.

Son of Marva, student of Celestine. Fisher of stories. Mender of moments. Former runner, current listener.

Position Desired:

Anything You see fit, Creator. Just use me. I’m not looking for rank. I’m just hoping for relevance to serve, to pour, to heal, to speak, to grow.

Objective:

To walk in purpose, even when the road isn’t paved.

To love when it’s inconvenient, and forgive when it costs me something.

To get up when life knocks me over, and praise while I’m still dusty from the fall.

To hear You clearly, follow You closely, and reflect You boldly.

Work History:

I’ve worked in the dark climbed out of pits I dug myself, and a few I fell into unknowingly.

I’ve been a teacher with trembling hands, and a student with tear-stained notes.

I’ve mentored with a broken heart and served while silently bleeding.

I’ve failed spectacularly and gotten back up slower some days, but still with intention.

I’ve been strong in public, but weak in prayer. Honest in pain, but quiet in joy.

I’ve been a storm, a shelter, and a student of silence.

I’ve also laughed so hard I nearly forgot the weight of the world.

I’ve sat under trees, writing with the breeze, while healing crept in unnoticed.

I’ve spoken to strangers like they were old friends and held loved ones like their breath was fragile.

Skills I’ve Picked Up Along the Way:

Writing what hurts until it heals

Forgiving people who never said sorry

Seeing past flaws and remembering souls

Holding space for others, even when mine feels tight

Listening for You in silence, in struggle, in wind

Letting tears do the talking when words won’t come

Being honest when it’s easier to pretend

Sitting still long enough to let peace catch up

Loving people who don’t make it easy

Learning to love me, even on the days I don’t recognize myself

Carrying empathy like it’s both a compass and a burden

Strengths:

I love deeply.

I remember what others forget.

I feel what most people hide.

I know how to hold pain without letting it poison me.

I can sit in fire and still speak hope.

I’ve mastered the art of being unfinished but still valuable.

I laugh with my whole soul.

I cry with both grace and grit.

Areas for Growth:

I hold on too long sometimes to pain, to people, to expectations.

I can be too hard on myself when no one else is.

My trust takes detours.

I still confuse isolation with safety.

I sometimes believe You’ll show up but hesitate to believe You already have.

Spiritual References:

My grandmother Celestine: still whispering lessons through memory

My mother Marva: woman of faith, fire, and fierce love

Every broken season: testified on my behalf

You, Creator You’ve been my witness, my whisper, my anchor

Languages Spoken:

Fluent in silence.

Conversational in long-suffering.

Accented in grace.

Learning gratitude as a native tongue.

Faith Statement:

I don’t always feel worthy but I’m always willing.

I don’t have all the answers—but I’ve got enough surrender to start the journey.

I still believe You don’t waste anything not a tear, not a trial, not a single lost year.

And I still believe that broken vessels pour the sweetest oil.

Other Notes (If Heaven Reads the Fine Print):

I’ve loved people who didn’t love me back and still bless them in prayer.

I’ve been the one who left the ninety-nine and the one who needed to be found.

I’ve been bitter but I’ve never let it take root.

I’ve been tired but never quit for good.

I’ve doubted but I never disconnected.

I’ve made mistakes but never misplaced my desire to be better.

I’ve heard You most clearly in moments the world would call messy.

So if You’re still hiring healers, listeners, writers, lovers of light

I’m here.

Not perfect. Not polished.

But present.

Final Line on My Résumé:

I’ve walked through fire. I’ve wrestled with shadows.

But I still have breath. And that means I still have purpose.

So please use what’s left of me.

Use all of me.

Just don’t leave me out of the story You’re writing.

Sincerely submitted,

Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

A soul still learning.

A heart still open.

A servant, still saying yes.