In therapy yesterday, my counselor made a comment which really resounded for me. I had just gotten through talking about my feelings (of course) from the past two weeks (which have been really hard for me), and she leaned forward and said, "Sarah, this is a lot." And that comment, just the acknowledgment of how hard it's been for me, made me want to cry. I realized that I don't need a lot of accolade for my accomplishments or anything that I do. But I feel so affirmed when people recognize the effort I put forth in doing things. It doesn't need to be a big praise.
She also said the following in her assessment of me: "Sarah, something that's very interesting about you is that you have been continually hurt a lot by people you love or want love from, but you still keep on loving people. That's a very hard thing to do. Why do you do it?"
Talk about a piercing question. Why DO I do it? In my head, my Christianese answer kicks in. Because of the love God has shown me. But does my heart know that answer, too? I'm somewhat unsure.