Without going full-out drama queen on this topic, do you ever find yourself asking the question of worth? Like, what is the point…really?
I’m having those thoughts/feelings a lot lately. In some cases, it’s overly obvious.
The point of changing my daughter’s diaper is because she smells bad and if I let her sit in her own filth, some sort of rash/illness/unpleasantness will affect her backside.
The point of making dinner is so that we can nourish our bodies and function properly… or as I tell my students constantly “Eating and sleeping promote optimal brain function”. (College students seem to have the hardest time with this concept for some reason.)
The non-obvious “what’s the point” answers are the ones that are getting to me lately. The times I ask the question and can’t answer myself are the times when I sit and wallow and don’t get much done because I don’t see the point…those moments seem to be taking over my week.
Here I sit. Here I wallow. And what’s the point of it all?
For thus says the LORD: Only after seventy years have elapsed for Babylon will I deal with you and fulfill for you my promise to bring you back to this place.
For I know well the plans I have in mind for you—oracle of the LORD—plans for your welfare and not for woe, so as to give you a future of hope.
When you call me, and come and pray to me, I will listen to you.
When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart,
I will let you find me—oracle of the LORD—and I will change your lot; I will gather you together from all the nations and all the places to which I have banished you—oracle of the LORD—and bring you back to the place from which I have exiled you.
Jeremiah 29:10-14
