Clothed.

My wedding gown. Continuing to ponder how He's got me covered. We eat our share of forbidden fruit. We say what we shouldn't say. Go where we shouldn't go. Pluck fruit from trees we shouldn't touch. And when we do, the door opens, and the shame tumbles in. And we hide. We sew fig leaves. Flimsy excuses. See through justifications. We cover ourselves in good works and good deeds, but one gust of the wind of truth, and we are naked again- stark naked in our own failure.So what does God do? Exactl