There are days I wear my Grief like pajamas. Bitterness fits like a well worn bathrobe. Sadness warms my feet like familiar slippers, and Anger weighs me down like the wet towel wrapped around my hair.

Today I’ve worn —>All. The. Feelings.<— Taking one article off just to put another on.

And then I remembered my Truth. And my Choice. And the fact that my Creator – the very One that knit me together in my mother’s womb and knew me before I was even born, CALLED ME to cast off my dirty rags and put on Righteous clothing. I remembered that there is a shiny Suit of Armor (Ephesians 6:10-18) that fits me like a glove, and THAT, my friends, is what I should be wearing today.

My Everlasting Father, my King of Kings, my Almighty God – He has given me His FULL POWER to tackle this day (filled with *All*The*Brokenness*) with my head held high, knowing that WHATEVER the outcome, HE IS STILL GOD. And He is still GOOD. He will never EVER change, and that, my friends, is a Truth I can wear like a tattoo for the rest of my life.