You’re pretty


I was walking into the locker room at the gym the other day when a woman passed me and said, out of the blue,

“You’re pretty.”

I did sort of a double take, thinking she was talking to someone behind me, but there was nobody there.

By the time I realized she had been talking to me, she’d turned the corner,

and disappeared.

I stood there, smiling.

There I was, in all my post-workout glory–sweaty, messy pony tail,

less than pretty–

and yet,

that’s exactly what she said I was.

It stayed with me for a while, those sweet words from a stranger.

It reminded me of the time I complimented a girl I didn’t know, even though I felt shy about it at first, 

and it reminded me of the power in reaching out.


if nobody has told you that you are pretty today,

You are.

(And it doesn’t even have anything to do with what you look like.)

Your heart, your character, your dreams, your gifts…

all unique,

all you,

all pretty.

p.s. If you haven’t told someone that they are pretty lately–your mom, sister, friend… or the stranger at the gym–go do it today,

and watch them smile.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. -Psalm 139:14