Identity Stripped

It is in the pitiless storm when we have nothing else, when we are nothing else, that we discover our true identity. Has your own exile story—we all have them or will—not proved to be discovery through suffering, unearthing your character, your hope through the stripping away of everything—relationships, expectations, dreams, vocations, etc.—which crowd your view of God and yourself. Exposed and helpless you are covered, like Adam and Eve, by the slain lamb, the good shepherd, the servant who gave his life so that you might be called a daughter of God, a son of God, a saint.