Our Deepest Identity

My husband, Glenn, and I are at a crossroads.  We’re praying about “A Visit With St. Paul,” as he wrote in the last blog.  We’ve written a hopefully inspiring and humorous movie about St. Kateri Tekakwitha, re-named, “Better Mistakes”  (see “Kateri’s Path” tab above).  We thought we might sell it this summer but it turned out to be a false start.  Naturally, this was quite disappointing.

I’ve also been substitute teaching the past fourteen years, studying St. John Paul II”s Theology of the Body, spending time with my  family, and supporting Glenn in his one-man show of St. Paul.  But lately, I find myself wondering, “What am I doing?” and “Who am I?”

My college roommate, Nicole, said she wanted to be a teacher since she was a child.  Some people know they’re called to be nurses, mechanics, priests or nuns from an early age.  God hasn’t worked with me this way.  I enjoy working with youth, teaching and writing and I’ve had many jobs that have included these skills.

Our friend, Paul, stopped by recently.  He shared about some health  concerns so we offered to pay for a massage.  I told him that I was feeling a bit aimless and it would make me feel good to do something for him – partly, this was an “angle” because I knew it would help him accept the gift more easily.  We told him about our movie and other parts of our life that seem to be on hold.  He responded, “You two are such great pray-ers!  That’s so important.”

Thank you, Paul, because I needed to hear that!  Part of my identity does get caught up in what I’m doing or how life seems to be going.  But deep down, I know that my deepest identity is as a child of God.  And spending time with our Father, our Abba, our Daddy, and Jesus, our best friend and Savior is the most important thing that I can do and be.

Last winter, I was going through a stressful time and feeling anxious.  I prayed each morning…

“I am a daughter of the living God and a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ.” 

What peace this gave me!   Satan was telling me that I was bad, worthless… and other such lies.  God showed me my deepest identity.  Through the prophet, we are reminded;

“You are precious in God’s eyes.”     — Isaiah 43:4

This link below, to a beautiful video by the musician/composer, John Michal Talbot will help make you aware of your deepest identity;


5 thoughts on “Our Deepest Identity”

  1. If you want some great exposure, I know it is short notice, sorry, as I have been ill, but come to Michigan for the Marian Conference the 14-16. There are some great speakers like Dana from World Youth Day 1993, who wrote the incredible song “We are One Body” We are celebrating all of the saints, especially St. Mother Teresa of Kolkota! I will be bragging about Fr. Solanus Casey with relics and prayer cards until I run out of them!

  2. A hopeful observation. For as long as I believe our daughter could possibly understand the words, I have told her “She is a princess; a daughter of the King!” It’s so important to recognize our place as creatures, but adopted sons and daughters by our baptism.

    1. So glad you’ve been telling her this, Deacon Ron!! She’s a lovely young lady & you’re helping form her in her truest identity. God bless you & your family.

  3. Maeve, just as your friend’s words about being a great pray-er touch you, your words soothe me. I’ve been helping a few women friends who are also struggling with time and purpose. I too can get like that when I have to look for work or simply handle a lot I’ve taken on. I can get on overload. Then, yes, I find Center where all comes clear, for God is always there when I get quiet, listen, and know Presence in some way. I spent tonight journaling and scrapbooking prayers, understandings, small sermons I’ve cut out of scripture magazines, photos of people I love and mementos. I know I am watched over, part of the Communion of Saints! As I finished, I glanced at email and there was TurntoGod. Reading your post I feel a joy in our sisterhood in faith. I’m smiling, thinking how Catherine of Siena brought us together. Sleep well, my friend. “Someday we’ll all understand,” a line I love from a Dan Fogelberg song. Thanks for all you shared. Peace.

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