Out of Touch

The other day my little cousin posted a status on facebook that said, "I hate when people write poned, learn how to spell and get off the internet losers." When did I get so out of touch? I didn't even know what word was trying to be spelled... I had to ask my 15 year old brother. SAAD. So, for those of you who are woefully out of touch such as myself- apparently powned (this is the correct spelling) or "pwned" means owned, as in I own you- typically in reference to beating someone at a computer game or some such thing. Who knew?

Beautiful to Him

So much noise, so much peace destroyed,
I can hardly hear the voice, leading me through the void,
So much noise.
The world's little lies,
Destruction in disguise, opportunities to compromise,
To make me beautiful in their eyes,
But I'm not gonna buy the world's little lies.

'Cuz I define myself and find my beauty in the light He gives.
I'm refined by His divine intentions every day I live.
It doesn't matter what the world believes,
Or what they say that beauty means,
It comes from within,
I want to be beautiful to Him.

He's given me His trust, so I'll be strong enough,
To run from a dangerous touch, I don't need that kind of love,
I don't need that crutch, He's given me his trust.

I define myself and find my beauty in the light He gives.
I'm refined by His divine intentions every day I live.
It doesn't matter what the world believes,
Or what they say that beauty means,
It comes from within,
I want to be beautiful to Him.

I know how to shine, my life's not really mine.
It's not about a worldly climb, it's all about His design.
So in His eyes, I want to shine.

'Cuz I define myself and find my beauty in the light He gives.
I'm refined by His divine intentions every day I live.
It doesn't matter what the world believes,
Or what they say that beauty means,
It comes from within,
I want to be beautiful to Him.

I want to live to have His peace,
And feel the holiness He seeks.
It comes from within.
I want to be beautiful... to Him

Normal,.. HAHA

So, tonight my mom and I were talking about my plans and my life and the stuff I want to do. Sometime during this conversation she turns and looks at me and says, "Why don't you want to do normal things?" Anyone who knows me should know what my response to that was... "Um, I hope I don't do anything normal." Honestly, who aspires to be normal- boring people that's who. You know you love me. Ha ha!

The Next Chapter In My Life...

Jessica does Salt Lake. Questions, comments, jubilations, criticisms of my life choices, etc. are all welcome...