An acquaintance who is--admittedly--just a tad confused by just about everything my family does, contemplates, or stands for found me in the fabric aisle of the local craft store recently. She asked to hear the news: was Bee home with us, or still in Kathmandu?
I filled her in. Beside me, Atticus scratched his neck uncomfortably, thinking of his downtrodden daddy and sister back home, and the one in Nepal whose hugs he couldn't yet receive.
Her face shifted only the slightest bit, revealing much more than words ever could. I could have told you this would happen, her eyes whispered. You just don't know when to stop, do you?
Finally, she composed herself. Placed a consoling hand on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.
"Sometimes you have to ask yourself, 'What's the point?' huh?" she asked.
I rustled in my backpack and found my iPod. With a couple of quick clicks, I found an answer that spoke volumes, despite the dead silence all around us.
What's the point?
Simply put, this:
God sets the lonely in families (Psalm 68:6)
If that's not a reason to fight on, I don't know what is.
What's the point, indeed. (harumph)