From the day I was born, Catholicism was at the center of my upbringing. My Nicaraguan parents made sure of it. Every Sunday without fail, they would take me and my siblings to Mass. As I got older and developed interest of my own, I didn't care for it much. I would often dose off and think of every other thing rather than the mass itself. I still claimed to be of the faith, wearing a cross around my neck, like many cradle Catholics do.

But if I’m being honest, I didn’t carry it in my heart.

For years, I went through the motions — out of respect for my parents, out of discipline, maybe even out of habit. But not out of love for Christ. I believed in God, but I didn’t live for Him. My faith was inherited, not yet awakened. There was a point in my teen years where I started to question God and the church, losing faith in the process.

Eventually life hit me — hard. Years of living a life of sin, I found myself in a place so low I didn’t know how to climb out. I've never felt so empty. I had no sense of purpose. Nothing intrigued me other than quick pleasure. I didn't know what I was doing with my life and I hated the thought of that. I lost all hope in myself. One day, I walked into my local church — not because someone told me to, but because I was desperate for something deeper. I sat in the silence, and with everything in me, I prayed:

“Lord, I tried to do it my way and everything fell apart. Let me live for you. Help me do your will.”

After praying a few Our Fathers and Hail Marys, I noticed a bible in the pew in front of me. I've rarely ever read the Bible but something told me to open it. — the very first words I saw were:
“A miktam of David.”
It was my name. The heading of Psalm 16.

I didn’t even know what miktam meant, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. The words of the psalm spoke directly to the current condition of my heart:

“Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge.”
“You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.”

I cried like a baby. The feeling of guilt and pain ran through my whole body at that moment. That passage became my turning point. I realized I was never going to find purpose and happiness on my own, but only through Christ. I was a lost sheep, but I found my Shepard again.

That same day, the vision for this brand was born. It wasn’t just about creating clothes — it was about sharing the message god shared with me. Take refuge in him and you will be delivered from all your suffering.

This is more than clothing.
This is a miktam of David.
This is my testimony
May god bless you.