As we travel this road, God’s generosity becomes ever more apparent. My year between the two Ramadans was marked with periods of darkness and a great descent, troubling to my mind, and yet God’s mercy has been unending.
The days of immense folly still return to the mind, often whilst bowing in prayer, causing an instant pang of regret, but soon the blessings of the moment overtake me. Despite myself and my far too numerous sins, we have witnessed blessings drive down on us more ferociously than August’s torrential rain. With the signs within and without comes confirmation that our Lord wants us to succeed.
At every juncture of personal failure, when sins have won out over the pursuit of righteousness, the One who alone is worthy of worship has made Himself known through the words of others, through the arrival of an unanticipated guest, through those blessings that descend so unexpectedly and abundantly. I have fallen far this past year, and so God’s generosity is unmistakable.
May this Ramadan form a stable foundation for the year ahead. May it be purification for the soul and a fountain of reform. May what follows be better than what went before. Indeed, may it be Mubarak!