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Allah has never failed me, but I have failed myself. I have witnessed His signs over and over, yet still I stumble and fall.

There was a period earlier this year when my wife and I frequently felt dizzy and sickly, which we attributed in the end—rightly or wrongly—to not having eaten meat for quite some time. No sooner had we agreed that we should order some, than a friend turned up out of the blue with a curry his wife had cooked and another family arrived with a roast chicken to share with us. Of course, Allahu Akbar slipped from our lips, for none had known of our situation except the One who witnesses all things.

And a few months back after reading and reflecting, I decided that I wanted to start a study circle in my home, to feed my soul and inspire me. I shared such thoughts only with my wife and the One who has power over all things, but the following day our teacher rang to ask if he could hold his new class in our home. Of course, Allahu Akbar came to mind once more.

We witness the signs of our Lord frequently, and each time it is a reminder of His generosity—and that He never fails us. Yet still we wander on, and we slip and stumble, and despair and complain, and mince our words. But, in truth, Allah has never failed me. But I certainly have failed myself.