I could look at that big table packed with smiling people and borrow a clue.
Instead I close my eyes and see my family shrinking, shrinking.
I glance over at him, smiling with his bride at the head table, visiting with friends and family. He motions to me. I screw on a smile, cross the room. “Sit down,” he says. “Join us here.”
His new wife’s grandson stands. “Here,” he says. “You can have my place.”
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
Because the Lord has anointed me
To bring good news to the afflicted;
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to captives
And freedom to prisoners;
2 To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
3 To grant those who mourn in Zion,
Giving them a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So they will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.
Isaiah 61:1-4 (NASB)