About: I'm moving and growing everyday, being what I was made to be.
“This body’s not my own; this world is not my own, but I still can hear the sound of my heart beating out. On the final day I die, I want to hold my head up high; I want to tell You that I tried to live it like a song. And when I reach the other side, I want to look You in the eye, and know that I’ve arrived in a world where I belong.
—Switchfoot, “Where I Belong”
