Whispered by Heaven

Whispered by Heaven

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

You ever just sit still and let the idea sink in  that the Creator of everything actually knows you by name? Not the name folks call out when they want something. I’m talking about the one whispered over your soul before you ever took your first breath. That name. The real you. The “I see you” kind of knowing.

And it ain’t just that He knows my name  He walks with me. Not from a distance, either. Up close. Side by side. Like a quiet companion on a long road. And He talks with me, too sometimes loud, sometimes in a whisper that brushes past my fears like wind through the trees. He reminds me, over and over, in ways no one else can: You’re mine. I’ve got you.

That kind of love? It shakes you up. Makes you question why you'd ever let doubt settle into your bones in the first place.

There’ve been days  more than I can count when I’ve felt invisible. Like I’m just a shadow moving through this world while everyone else’s lights are shining bright. But then He leans in. And just like that, I remember who I am… and whose I am. There’s comfort in that, deep comfort. Like pulling a blanket over your shoulders after a long, cold day.

It’s wild to think about, honestly. The same Divine hand that carved the mountains and painted the stars… reaches out for me. To walk with me. To talk with me. To call me friend.

Yeah, friend. Let that sink in. I still don’t get how that’s possible  how someone like me, with all my mess and missteps, could be seen like that. But He doesn’t love me in spite of my flaws. He just loves me. Period.

So now, when I step into His presence, I don’t come guarded. I pour it all out. The good, the broken, the hopeful, the tired   everything. I empty myself before Him, and in return, He fills me up with peace. A real peace. The kind that quiets storms from the inside out.

You know, I’ve been through some fires. Real ones. The kind that scorch your spirit and leave smoke trails in your memory. And battles? Oh, I’ve seen my share. But not one flame burned me, and not a single war turned me back. Why? Because He was holding my hand the whole time.

There’s something unshakable about that grip. That touch. It’s not just reassurance  it’s strength. It’s knowing I’m not walking alone, even when I feel like I’m the only one on the road. Mountains used to intimidate me. Now? I see them for what they are  tall, yeah, but not taller than the One guiding my steps.

I don’t win these battles because I’m tough. I win because He’s in me. His power flows through the cracks in my courage and strengthens what’s left. Even giants don’t stand a chance   not when you’ve got divine strength backing your every move.

And I trust Him. Not just with my day or my plans. With my life. Fully, no holding back. Because He’s proven Himself, not just through miracles, but in quiet moments  those nights when the tears wouldn’t stop, or those mornings when hope felt thin. He was there.

I’m walking in His victory now. It’s not flashy or loud. It's steady. Secure. It’s knowing who’s got my back. And the truth is, that changes everything.

So when I say, “He knows my name,” I’m not just saying He remembers me. I’m saying He sees me. He chooses me. He walks with me. And somehow, in all that divinity and glory   He calls me friend.

And I’ll never get over that.