Walk With Eyes Wide Open

Walk With Eyes Wide Open

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

No one can truly walk the path the Creator has assigned to you.

They might walk beside you for a season. Some will even hold your hand through the sunshine. But when the storms descend when the winds howl and the rivers rise many will vanish like mist before the morning light.

It is not a failure.

It is a divine revelation.

See, the Most High allows people into our lives not to complete us, but to teach us, to mirror where we still need healing, and to reveal the places where we are called to grow stronger in Him.

People come driven by their own needs, desires, and silent expectations. And when those needs are no longer fulfilled, many drift away not because your soul was lacking, but because their purpose in your story has ended.

Friendship, as the world often peddles it, is a fragile thing a transaction, not a covenant.

You give something: your energy, your laughter, your presence.

They take something: your validation, your comfort, your light.

But real friendship divine friendship is different.

It does not barter. It does not tally.

It mirrors the unconditional love of the Creator: steadfast, sacrificial, and true.

Yet even knowing this, you must not let your heart harden.

You must not slam the gates of your spirit shut and turn cold.

Instead: walk awake.

Love with the wisdom of the Spirit.

Give freely, but not foolishly.

Anchor yourself so deeply in the love of the Creator that no human absence can collapse you.

You can be surrounded by a multitude and feel abandoned.

You can sit alone with your God and feel more loved than you ever have in your life.

The difference?

Awareness of who truly holds your soul.

Be kind.

Be radiant.

But do not be blind.

People's words may sound like songs, but their actions shout the truth far louder.

Watch how they move when you are emptied and vulnerable.

Watch who claps when God elevates you, and who stands silent or slips away.

Real love the kind that reflects heaven does not abandon you in your winter.

It sits beside you by the barren tree and believes that spring is still possible.

Don't let betrayal or abandonment make you bitter.

Let it make you better deeper, wiser, more rooted in divine love.

The strongest companion you will ever have is not a human hand.

It is the hand of the Creator holding yours.

We live in a world that often confuses affection for connection, and presence for covenant.

Many relationships are stitched with invisible contracts:

"I'll stay as long as you bless me."

"I'll be loyal as long as you're convenient."

"I'll love you as long as you feed my ego."

It is painful to realize this, but it is necessary for your soul’s freedom.

Because when you see it clearly, you will stop looking for what only God can provide in the hands of man.

At the beginning, people are enchanted by your light.

They feel seen, valued, important.

But when your light dims when life tests you, when your spirit is heavy, when your hands are too tired to give they may walk away.

What does it mean?

It means their love was conditional.

It means they loved the blessing, but not the vessel.

It means they honored the gift, but not the Giver.

Most people don't love you they love how they feel when they are near you.

They aren't attached to your soul they are attached to your service.

And when that service ends, they often move on.

Not because you failed, but because their thirst was never for your being it was for their comfort.

The Parable of the Rain and the Fields

Once there was a raincloud sent by the Most High.

It wandered over a dry, thirsty land.

Wherever the rain fell, fields blossomed flowers opened wide, crops rose from the earth, rivers sang with life.

The fields praised the rain endlessly:

"You are amazing! You are everything we need!"

The raincloud believed it was loved.

But one day, the raincloud grew weary. It rested.

And when the rain paused, the fields withered.

Some cursed the cloud for leaving them dry.

Others turned their faces to find a new cloud to bless them.

The raincloud, in its sadness, looked up to the heavens.

And God whispered:

"They never loved you, child. They loved what you gave.

But take heart I love you for who you are, not for what you produce."

You see, today's love is often like a cheap product pulled off the shelf at the dollar and twenty-five cent store shiny at first glance, but flimsy when tested.

It falls apart the moment pressure is applied.

It crumbles under the weight of real storms.

True love the love that mirrors the eternal heart of the Creator is rare.

It is a treasure hidden deep beneath the shallow soil.

It endures floods and droughts.

It does not flee at the first sign of trouble.

It stays rooted when the winds howl.

It believes when sight grows dim.

The truth is, the Most High will allow some people to walk away not as punishment, but as purification.

He is clearing the path so you can learn to love like Him: freely, wisely, without attachment or transaction.

Become the love you seek.

Be the one who stays when others leave.

Be the one who blesses even when others curse.

Be the one who builds even when others tear down.

But know this, beloved:

Do not waste your sacred loyalty on those who only love you when you rain blessings.

Pour your deepest love into the One who created you, who never leaves, who never forsakes.

And from that overflowing well, you will be able to love others without losing yourself.

The hands of man will sometimes fail you.

The heart of God never will.

At the end of the day, the truest love you will ever know is not found in the applause of the crowd or the promises of frail humanity.

It is found in the quiet place where your soul meets the Spirit

where you are fully known, fully seen, fully loved not for what you give,

but simply for who you are:

a child of the Most High.

And from that place of wholeness, you will love boldly, walk freely, and stand unshaken even if every other hand lets go.

A Final Word: Treasure the Rare

If by the grace of the Most High you find someone in this life whose love resembles the Creator’s love a soul who shows up not just in your seasons of harvest, but in your winters of barrenness treasure them.

Honor them.

Cover them in prayer.

Do not let fear make you run from a good heart.

Do not let the scars of yesterday make you sabotage the healing of today.

Real, God-sent love is rare and sacred. It brings peace, it brings growth, it brings you closer to the Divine.

It may not come with fireworks, but it will come with faithfulness.

The devil's imps come a dime a dozen easy to find, easy to lose.

But the ones the Creator sends?

They are precious.

And they are few.

Be healed enough to recognize them.

Whole enough to receive them.

Wise enough to protect them.

Walk with eyes wide open, heart pure, and soul anchored.

The journey is sacred.

The destination is glorious.

And the Hand that holds you will never let you go.

Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar