Many roles, but one identity

Have you ever watched a comedian in a monologue change hats to indicate to the audience his different characters?

I had my own hat-changing act a few years ago. I was active with family, had a home to manage, increasing responsibilities in church, some social and community work, as well as a growing profession. I would laughingly preface many a conversation with, "At the moment, I'm wearing my mother hat" or "Just let me switch to my committee member hat before we begin this meeting." In my mental closet, there were many identifying hats. Increasingly, though, the hats tended to stack, and I struggled under the pile. When frightening physical problems and fatigue became persistent, "changing hats" ceased to be an amusing reference. I turned to God for help.

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