Last weekend we spoke at a widows retreat hosted by The Grief Project. A small, rapidly growing resource and support group for widows based in St.Paul, MN. As it always happens, I leave humbled and awe-struck. Amazed at the courage that these incredible men and women have. There brokenness, so delicate and fragile, offers me reflection and insight into the deeper mysteries of life. Stirring my heart, for their offering leaves an imprint that I cannot put into words.
And this weekend was no different. This time it was a man who captivated my thoughts. During our time together, Aaron and I attempt to draw light specifically to the subject of organization. Getting your financial ducks in a row. It is our belief that all our quests in life (big or small) are always driven by our core values. Whether you agree or not, even the way you handle your money, is driven by these virtues hidden deep within.
So, what is important to you about money? That simple introductory question sets the stage for our time together. And so began the unravelling of this man’s story. A business owner. Co-owner, along with his wife of a few decades. She took care of everything (those were his words). Then, came 2008. The stock market crashed and he thought he lost everything. All the money and investments he had worked so hard for. Yet, he still had his wife. Then in 2009, his wife became sick and over the course of the year, through surgeries and treatments, she lost her battle. He truly lost his everything.
Finding a balance between money, virtue, and relationships can be tricky. I mean, our hearts know the true ranking of these things. Why then does money always seem to get into the middle of stuff? Our relationships. Our grief. Our values. Because of our need for sheer survival, money plays a part in our life. Period.
At some time or another, grief and sorrow and loss all graft their way into our life. I believe we all need a grief project. A project where perspective is garnered through loss. A time when the unimportant things suddenly have no place, where focus and a clarity prickles our skin. Though never easy, this kind of awakening to our senses, the shock to our core virtues, is the very thing that propels us to move forward. Forward with grace and innocence.
I’ve had a lot of grief projects in my life. Death, despair, and darkness have certainly had their day with me. Time and time again, only one thing got me through. Belief. I’ve always believed that God was on my side. Though wounded, though flat out broke, though hope did not seem present, I have always held onto the belief that God is my helper.