The Shame of Having Lost Everything

I saw the tightness in your chest when you had to admit your financial loss to the people around you — the embarrassment of asking for help for the first time, of cutting things that seemed basic just a little while ago. Losing what you own also affects a person's dignity, and nobody warns you about that properly before it happens.

Job lost almost everything in a single day, all at once, and he still managed to say my name with reverence, in the middle of total devastation. Not because it didn't hurt — far from it. It hurt deeply, the way it hurts you now. But because deep down he knew his worth was never in his bank account or the possessions he owned.

I don't measure your worth by your bank statement — I never have. And I promise to walk with you through the rebuilding, step by step, with no rush to pretend everything is fixed before it's time. Shame doesn't have to sit at your table every day. Just the hope of starting again, unhurried.