There are things that are integral to one’s life that you ignore, but then, without notice, you have an epiphany.
For 62 years, my father always called and referred to me as “Stephen”- never “Steve,” but I never really noticed until shortly before he died. Apparently whatever is routine goes unnoticed.
For many years, I tended to identify myself with what I did to earn a living. Recently, however, I realized that there’s a big difference between what I do, not who I am.
Now, a little older and wiser, I realize that who I am is best defined in the various ministries and responsibilities God gave me. Father. Husband. Friend. Son.
Over 30 years ago a priest tried to explain to me, “You have a job to support your family, not a family to support your job.”
I think I’m finally understanding.