Eve didn't have a word yet for what she felt that day outside the garden. All she knew is what she felt. How the snake had spoken, and she had listened. How she had reached out and grabbed the fruit. How the horror had spread across her heart as she realized what she had done. She didn't have a word for it yet. We do. It's called shame.
There are some shames that are inconsequential. There are some that are life changing. There are some shames that we bring on ourselves. There are some that we suffer at the hands of others. We all have shame. Because we all have sin. And we all know, just like Eve knew, that we need to be covered.
I want you to know this in your heart. You are covered. You are covered by so much more than the fig leaves that Eve covered herself with. You are covered with the blood of Jesus. Covered, redeemed, restored, not shamed, but glorified.
