I usually misquote Henri Nouwen’s and say, “My interruptions are my work,” when someone asks me my favorite quote. Here’s the real quote in context:
A few years ago I met an old professor at the University of Notre Dame, Looking back on his long life of teaching, he said with a funny wrinkle in his eyes: “I have always been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I slowly discovered that my interruptions were my work.”
That is the great conversion in our life: to recognize and believe that the many unexpected events are not just disturbing interruptions of our projects, but the way in which God molds our hearts and prepares us for his return.
~ from Out of Solitude by Henri J. Nouwen
But having recently reread Shakespeare’s Sonnet #116, I’ve been pondering this line:
… Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
My father so faithfully loved my mother through her dementia.
From dating days
To when she could no longer brush her own hair.
Love did not alter when it alterations found.
My father set the bar high.