Nothing is ever lost …. but my money was stolen!

There is a chapter in my book, “Free and Laughing: Spiritual Insights in Everyday Moments” entitled “Nothing is ever lost”. In this chapter I reflect on the nature of our divinely ordered Universe, which deems that everything is in its divinely ordered place and can therefore not be lost. “Nothing is ever lost” is a mantra in my family that somehow allows us to let go and allow the invariable finding of the thing that we thought was lost. And even if we never find it, we know that it is okay for we have released it.

An experience yesterday has caused me to reflect on my conviction that nothing is ever lost – my money was stolen! As I opened my front door yesterday morning to greet two friends, I noticed that my handbag was lying on the sofa in the living room. It struck me as odd, and as I moved it, I said, “What’s this doing here”? Later that evening I opened my purse and it was empty! Not a money note! Credit and debit card slips, bills, scraps of paper – even my lucky stone – were still in the pocket of the purse, but no money. I am perplexed as to how this could happen. I retraced the previous 24 hours, and could think of no instance where someone could have an opportunity to rifle through my purse. There were a number of people working in and around the house, but they were trusted, longtime service suppliers. I asked my son Shane, who confirmed that he had seen my handbag on the sofa and found it unusual, but also noted that up into the wee hours playing his video game, he thought he had heard footsteps and noticed the dogs barking.

How could this happen? Could someone have somehow reached through the window into my purse? Did someone whom I trusted have access and yield to the momentary temptation? The questions abound, and have kept me agitated and awake. There are no answers. Any answer I can find is my story to try to make sense of something that just doesn’t. It is very tempting to view each person who came to my home over the past day with suspicion. Yet, where does that get me? It gets me further into negative feelings of distrust, anger and suspicion. I am not served by these feelings.

I have a choice. I can choose to release the money. Interesting thing is that I think of it as “my” money, yet does it have my name on it? No. The paper that I call “my money” is only representative of the creative energy that circulates as payment for goods and services. The stealing of “my” money has not in any way diminished that creative energy – it is still available to me to create more. But I cannot create if I am harboring negative thoughts and energy. My creative energy can only flow when I am being positive.

So, right now I let “the” money go – to wherever it finds it goes. I trust that it will do good as it flows through many hands. And I open to the creative energy that supplied it to me in the first place, to replenish my coffers and supply me with even more!