Threads of Grace, Stitching My Soul

Threads of Grace, Stitching My Soul

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

Time feels heavier now, more urgent like a storm rolling in, leaving no room for hesitation. The moral thread of humanity is worn so thin it barely holds together. We’re down to scraps, frayed edges, and unraveling seams. But this isn’t about the world’s unraveling. This is about mine and the mending I’ve been called to do.

At this point in my life, the focus isn’t on pointing fingers or fixing what’s outside of me. It’s about fixing what’s within. My goal is simple: to restore my connection to my Creator and align with the truth of who I am supposed to be. One day, I know I’ll have to stand before the scales of eternity, and all of me my choices, my words, my energy will be measured. There won’t be any room for excuses or second chances. Just me, raw and real, facing what I’ve done with the life I’ve been given.

I’m not afraid of accountability anymore. I welcome it. Yes, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve stumbled. I’ve taken paths that didn’t just wound me but left scars on others too. But now, I’m turning toward something higher. It’s like cleaning out an old attic, clearing away the dust of resentment, selfishness, and regret. The things that weigh me down, that cloud my spirit they can’t come with me where I’m headed.

These days, I’m careful with my words because I’ve learned they aren’t just sound. They’re seeds capable of planting peace or destruction. I think twice about how I speak to others, about how I show up in their lives, and how I treat myself. Because here’s the truth: respect begins with the grace you show your own soul. And that grace? It’s easier to give when you’ve been on the receiving end of it.

My Creator has given me mercy I didn’t deserve and grace I didn’t earn. That kind of love changes you. It softens the rough edges, quiets the urge to judge, and opens your heart to others in ways you never thought possible. If the Creator can meet me in my brokenness, who am I not to meet others in theirs?

I’m not perfect, and I won’t pretend to be. But I’ve learned to trust the process, even when it’s hard, even when it feels slow. One day, when this journey is over, I want to look back and know that I honored the love I was given. That I didn’t let pain or pride keep me from showing kindness. That I treated others, and myself, with the same grace I’ve been blessed with.

The world around us might be falling apart, but that doesn’t mean we have to. In fact, it’s in times like these that we’re called to rise to restore what’s been torn, to mend what’s been broken, and to become better than we were.

Time isn’t waiting, but that’s not a reason to rush. It’s a reason to move intentionally. With every choice, every step, and every act of compassion, I’m sewing my soul back together, one thread of grace at a time. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: no matter how frayed life gets, there’s always room for repair.