When looking to place blame, I’d like to thank the Internet. What happened? Why do we often find ourselves at a complete loss for words, or looking for the right words in all the wrong places? There’s still a use for Wite-Out in this high-tech world of ours. He was on autopilot one day when he scribbled Happy Birthday in bold letters with three exclamation points-onto the sympathy card for Bill, who lost his father. When it’s time to jot my special thoughts into a two-inch square of space, my brain blanks out. Where I work, we pass around birthday cards for everybody to sign. Or we’re lost for words because we wonder what’s left to say that’s new under the sun. Life’s major occasions come at us from every direction, and our ability to mark them well slips through our fingers. Life is flying by at top speed and we are barely able to think, let alone send meaningful messages.

It’s not that we don’t care, but we’re in a huge hurry. Our loss for words isn’t always such a heavy matter. Without the right words, we end up sad but feeling helpless. We buy a sympathy card, which doesn’t seem to express what we really feel, and sign it.

A place where we want to offer help, but we’re too afraid of saying the wrong thing to say anything at all.

We know someone has been through pain and loss, but we find ourselves in a frozen place. Most of us have found ourselves on the other side of this story. And that’s why he was mystified that by the end of his first day back, not one person said anything to him about his loss. Rob knew his co-workers at the Christian publishing company had been praying for him and his family. What was supposed to be a joyful time ended with crushed dreams and a baby’s funeral. It was his first day back in two weeks-two weeks missed because his daughter was born with a rare disorder and lived only a week.

Perfect word