I was driving down one of the side streets last Saturday morning and came to a stop sign. After the cars coming in the opposite direction passed by, I accelerated to the other side of the street. That is when I noticed a tan house for sale. It was not a house out of the ordinary – nothing special. It didn’t capture my attention. It was the sign that hung from the front of the fence that caught my eye. It hung against the wire fence that surrounded the rather plain backdrop. A plastic sign and certainly nothing to write home about, but it was the words that called for my attention.

The first time I saw the words that made up the message of this particular sign, I glanced at them briefly.  However,  they beckoned me for a closer look. Making sure of what I had read, I read them again, only for some reason, this time I read them aloud as I drove past. It was at that moment, when I heard them audibly, that God spoke directly to my heart.

“I’m gorgeous inside.”

That’s all it said. But, have you ever said those words in the quietness of your own presence? Have you ever whispered that to your heart?

I’m gorgeous inside.

I looked at that house and there was absolutely nothing extraordinary about it. It was very plain and very simple. The landscape was turf and a few flowers thrown in here and there. Definitely, nothing spectacular. And then I thought about how that house represented me. I am nothing extraordinary. Nothing above plain and simply put, very simple. I have flaws that others notice and an interior and an exterior that needs a lot of fixing up.

But, I’m gorgeous inside.

It reminded me that I concentrate on what the world sees – what I see – instead of what my Creator sees. He sees a soul that has been made clean and pure by the righteousness of His beloved Son. When He sees me, He sees His Son.

I am gorgeous inside.

I am a reflection of my Maker. The apple of His eye. Made in His image and righteous in His sight.

I am gorgeous inside.

I know because He told me so. And He announced it to the rest of the world on a plastic sign, hanging on the front of a wire fence, on a street named Mt. Carroll, in a town called Coeur d’Alene.