I feel like an idiot, but I look like an angel

Can I please just act conceited for a bit here?

I mean, here is how it goes:

You say your ugly, people are all "Oh no your not! Stop saying that!" Unless you are, then they say "Its whats on the inside that counts!" And guess what! Beauty is fleeting! It really is what you think, what you do, what you believe that makes you beautiful!

You gaze at your self in the mirror and think your beautiful. Your automatically conceited, vain, and prideful. Is there no medium? (No, because looks don't matter, remember?) Well I think looks matter just a bit. No, I'm not talking about your face, or your body, or your hair. The human eye is deceitful people. I'm talking about modesty (surprise?) and I'm especially talking about that special glow that Christians have on their faces.

Have you ever seen it?

The glow that came to my Moms face when her friend, who had been barren for years was blessed with a child.

When Chance came to church with us and started talking to paster Sam, and a huge smile hung on his face like a wreath.

Even in sorrow we rejoice. The faces of the mournful people, all in black. Smiling through the tears, singing praises with quaking voices. For the lady in the casket had assurance of faith and salvation.

I've written all this, and non of it is what I really meant to say. All I wanted to tell you, was that I feel beautiful right now. And I plan on feeling beautiful, for the wrest of my life.

Join me?

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