Who are you? That's the question that has been asked of me many times in the last few months. It hasn't been aimed directly at me, but rather asked of me in a more indirect way. I have had a voice in my head screaming it at me sometimes, and at other times it's felt like a little person has been crouched on my shoulder whispering it in my ear incessantly. At first I would stammer and stutter trying to justify who I thought I was for fear of being found wanted. Most of us are often so afraid of stating who we believe we are for fear of falling short of societies twisted plumb-line. I am not the person I was 6 months ago, I am completely different. I am more relaxed, happy, confident, creative, inspired and myself than ever before. I think that one of the reasons is that I found an answer to the question. The answer is simple, I am a son of God.















