There’s a word after “I was.”
You just can’t read it anymore.
That’s the point.
We all have words that once described us. Lost. Guilty. Addicted. Bitter. Broken. Maybe yours is something completely different.
The shirt doesn’t pretend the word was never there. It was. It was part of the story.
But God.
“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified…” — 1 Corinthians 6:11
The past isn’t erased from your testimony—it’s been covered by something greater.
You know what the word used to say.
God knows who you are now.
Photography: @skylerkwiatkowskiphotography
There’s a word after “I was.”
You just can’t read it anymore.
That’s the point.
We all have words that once described us. Lost. Guilty. Addicted. Bitter. Broken. Maybe yours is something completely different.
The shirt doesn’t pretend the word was never there. It was. It was part of the story.
But God.
“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified…” — 1 Corinthians 6:11
The past isn’t erased from your testimony—it’s been covered by something greater.
You know what the word used to say.
God knows who you are now.
Photography: @skylerkwiatkowskiphotography
