When dirt was in the process of no longer being home. The sky no longer residence of the great creator. The ocean no longer an edge of a mystery.
It sometimes takes a long painful time to learn my service to the institution is not my identity, it's just the work I do. As long as I do the work to the best of my ability and maintain integrity, I can accept what they pay me but they don't get me, just my work.
My faith reminds me of what I really do, who I really am and is the foundation of what my identity is built on.