October 1, 2017, my world crashed before me. It came down like a war zone on safe grounds. Working a country concert event, Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, a night of fun and loads of food served to others, turned to tragedy in an instant as shots were fired into the crowd. I can still hear, see and feel that day play out like it just happened. God pulled my entire crew and myself through the chaos, but not without much struggle after. None of us were the same that day, and it took me many years to appreciate it and be strong through my trauma. The quick creeping of depression, anxiety and PTSD was almost too much to bear. I tried to mask the feelings, but they won every chance they got. I was destroying myself from the inside out. I didn't know how to cope, to go back to being myself before, to continue to do my job without fear, or even go anywhere alone. Fear and anxiety, depression and PTSD blossomed in the version of me that survived. To most on the outside I was fine, getting through, being strong. But the truth on the inside was that I was nowhere that strong. I was drowning in my mind and unsure how to admit it. I pulled away from the Lord out of fear, rejection and uncertainty. It was a time of darkness. Darker than the night itself that changed me forever.

But GOD! Years of struggle brought me to December of 2023. The decision to ask for others to pray over me to heal me of my anxiety and PTSD was one I almost couldn't do. I felt like I wanted to back out, and truthfully, almost did. I didn't feel like I was worthy of the release. But GOD! Struggling to get the words out, I asked for the Lord's help. As the three individuals prayed over me, the tears I bottled up for so many years released from me like a flood gate opening. With each one faltering to my cheek, I felt the release of all my woes into the hands of God. I felt like I could breathe again. I felt the closest to who I was before that day, but a version that was stronger and interested in a relationship once again with the Lord. The first prayer session I felt the ease of the anxiety falter, but I wasn't strong enough then. A few weeks later my second time being prayed over, changed my life forever. I felt and saw the light, one that had dimmed out for way to long and internally the chains broke free. I was saved that glorious night and felt the arms of the Lord cover me. I am blessed to have such an amazing support group since that dark day in October, who has stood by my side to coach and support me all they can. I owe so much of my healing to all of them, without each one of them, I never would have had the courage to ask for healing. For all of you I am forever, internally grateful.

With each piece of clothing, I pray to honor His grace and share appreciation for his salvation. My prayer is that as others wear these designs, they not only share the word of the Lord to a world who so desperately needs it, but also brings comfort to those seeking. In the short time of myself starting this, I have already had a great number of people comfort me in saying that theirs has led them to wanting to pursue a closer relationship with God, or seeing the words make them feel like the Lord was listening to what they were looking for. If I can bring that to others around the world, the Lord's grace truly has brought me through the storm to come out better than before. "No weapon formed against me shall prosper." - Isaiah 54:17

Humbly, I appreciate and thank you for every purchase. The Lord put this on my heart, and I pray in doing so it brings others closer to Him.

All my blessings,

Danyel Morace