Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NIV
God's timing is always perfect; I gently tiptoe into another woman's heartbreak. We belong to a club we never wanted to join.  I know He rules over the calendar of ministry because my wound is no longer ripped apart, only rubbed as I reach out.
It's a prickly do I offer comfort without shining the light on my own darkness? How do I offer love, not my own fix?  We each walk this arduous path of grief on our own timetable, in our own fashion. 
Today, I added handwritten love to a simple card of sympathy.  It cost me something valuable; each stroke of my pen bled painful memories of the early days of paralysis when I could barely navigate my own loss.
Perhaps my most profound gift was simply inscribed on a powder blue envelope.  
How do we address half a couple?
I remember...
These three words still bring joy, but even more so amidst the rubble of Rob's death.
They were my history.
They were my God-ordained position.
They still shout much of 
my ripped-apart identity.
Within a few weeks of his death, I ordered return labels so I could make known my preference or at least hold on to the only life I knew.
(Most people don't ask Emily Post anymore.)
Occasionally, I still receive an invitation or a greeting card addressed with Mrs. Rob Moore and I know my dear Rob is still written on the sender's heart and they deeply understand our lengthy love affair.
So today, I carefully penned the same beloved title on my friend's envelope, hoping she, too, would be reminded that her love of a lifetime matters.
Three powerful words...don't be afraid 
to use them.

*This is my personal preference, and is a good place to begin with a woman experiencing fresh loss. But as time passes, she might prefer her name or professional title.  You will not offend us by asking.

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