Defining my identity

So I have been quite frustrated lately in my search for work. Partly because I need the money, partly because I have a need to feel useful, and mostly because my biggest need is to feel like I belong somewhere. I have been looking everywhere trying to find my identity. Am I a writer? Am I a baker? Am I a Business Analyst?

In my mind it seems that everyone else in the world is busy about their own tasks of being who they are, and still here I sit trying to figure out where I am supposed to be going and who I am supposed to be being.

It came to me as clear as a bell tonight on my drive home from cake decorating class, that I will never be happy until I first recognize that my identity is in Christ. That sounds great in concept but it's miserable in the living when you are anxious for direction and change. The sad thing is that I don't even know what I want or what is best for me. I just want to be doing something that is directed by God, the best for my children and husband, and helps pay some bills.

I'm realizing that I haven't spent enough time praying about this. Maybe now would be a great time to start. I will keep you posted.