Maybe it's just that time of the month for me where I overthink, but the ceiling is giving my brain some serious work.
Probably watch too much Final Destination as I grew up, but I had a thought that the fan could cause an incident one day. I mean if it was lying on the floor spinning like that, we’d never come close.
But somehow, hung up there on the ceiling, it becomes something comforting. We sleep under it every night without a second thought. We trust it. And lying under a spinning fan without fear, says something about how we live. About faith.
The fan is made to make us feel better, but it could hurt us too. And yet, we lie under it, night after night, not worrying about the what ifs. Isn’t that what faith looks like? Trusting in something we can’t control. Trusting in the unseen and in the one who knows it all.
It’s not that the risks aren’t real. It’s that we choose to trust anyway. Belief doesn’t promise a life free from danger or doubt. It just offers a different way to live through them. A way where we don’t have to carry every fear ourselves, because someone greater is holding it all together, even when we don’t see how.
That's how God is. Always working in the background. We don’t always notice, but when we pause, He is there. Steady, kind and reliable.
We trust the fan because it was made to work. It was designed that way. And somehow, we know life was designed too by Someone who knows what He’s doing. And just like the fan keeps turning without us doing a thing, Allah's mercy continues, whether we’re paying attention or not. It doesn’t demand constant notice to be present. It just is, always.
May we all learn to rest under His care the way we rest under that quiet fan, knowing we’re being held.
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