Real Stories. Real Transformation
Hear from those whose lives have been changed through faith, perseverance, and the Clean Slate Movement. These stories are a testament to the power of new beginnings, hope, and living intentionally in Christ
If you feel moved to share your own testimonial with the Clean Slate Community, please fill out the form below or email Testimonial@CleanSlateClothingCo.com
Justin - My Journey to Jesus
(Founder of Clean Slate Clothing Company)
I grew up knowing about God, but it wasn’t until later in life that I truly began to understand what it meant to have a personal relationship with Him. Life has a way of testing your faith, pushing you to the edge, and showing you where your strength really comes from. For me, that strength has always come from Jesus.
Along the way, I’ve experienced moments of doubt, confusion, and even fear—but in every season, God was teaching me, shaping me, and calling me closer. I’ve learned that being anointed isn’t just about a moment of recognition; it’s about living a life set apart for God’s work, carrying His light and His love into the world.
There were times I felt like I wasn’t enough, like my efforts would never measure up. But God reminded me that His strength is made perfect in our weakness. He has guided me through challenges, opened my eyes and ears to His calling, and given me the courage to step into the purpose He’s prepared for me.
My faith isn’t perfect, and my journey is ongoing, but every step has drawn me closer to Jesus. Through prayer, reflection, and obedience, I’ve discovered a peace and purpose that the world cannot give. Today, I stand not on my own merit, but on the unshakable truth of God’s love and grace.
Jesus is not just a part of my life—He is the center. And as I continue this journey, I want my life to reflect His light, His strength, and His truth, sharing His love with everyone I encounter.
If you’re searching, doubting, or struggling, know this: Jesus sees you, He knows you, and He is calling you into a life that is fuller and freer than anything you can imagine.
Lucienne - My Child, You’re Not Yet Done
Growing up I was raised in a very very religious household. Through that it pushed me away from Christ. I felt that it was forced when I myself was too skeptical to believe due to reading stories in the Bible about mother’s love, and being abandoned by my mother. I’d read stories about the way fathers are to protect their children, while being rejected by my own. Stories about acceptance and love while being judged by my stepmoms family for any move I made. Hearing the word forgiveness- while constantly being reminded of every transgression. Throughout this I fell further and further away from Christ. I suffered through a loveless and Godless marriage, addiction, mental illness. I allowed men to walk all over me, abuse me, cheat on me, and hurt me all because I just wanted to be loved. I didn’t want to be alone. Then I finally had enough. The life I was living wasn’t worth living. I was stuck in the trunk while “God” was asleep at the wheel. Or so it seemed. January 1, 2019 I made the decision to end my life. No one knew what I was planning… except God.My sister came home and immediately felt that she needed to check the upstairs bathroom and what she saw confirmed what she feared. I was in a coma for a few days but it felt like a lifetime to me. While in that state I opened my eyes and saw an amber color sky. No clouds. Just amber. I was laying down in a field, tall grass. Where I was looked like it had never been touched by man. I heard a mans voice and my grandfather was reaching his hand out to pull me up. He passed away when I was 8. The closest thing to safety I ever knew. We walked and talked for what felt like days. I figured I was just hallucinating because there’s no way someone like me… was in heaven. I didn’t even believe heaven existed. My grandpa and I continued walking down a river bank and he told me there was someone I needed to meet. Someone who has been waiting to know me. Then we make it to a waterfall, and I’m surrounded by nothing but warmth, and love. Something so strong and intense you can’t help but feel compelled to fall to your knees and let go. The voice that I heard was the most gentle, most kind, but yet so powerful even though it was no louder than a whisper. I remember seeing a hand reach out to touch the left side of my cheek. I remember looking up and seeing nothing but a bright white light. I asked him who he was, and he said I already knew. He told me they were not ready for me there and that I could not stay. I remember begging not to leave and he said “My child, you’re not yet done.” And then I woke up. I woke up in a hospital room with a tube down my throat and staring at the bright lights above me. I remember coughing and the nurse jolting up “SHES AWAKE!” And running to get the doctor. The doctor came in and took the tube out of my throat and told me it was a miracle I was awake. That there was no brain activity detected. I just remember being so mad. I was SO angry. I now believed in Jesus. And I hated him. I hated him for sending me back, I hated him for waking me up. I hated him for not just giving me the one thing I wanted. So I made it my goal to make it known how much I hated him. I pushed him away, practiced witchcraft, drank, did more drugs. I sinned in every way I was good at sinning. I sinned to rebel. He didn’t give me what I wanted so I would just force him to. Fast forward 2 years- I finally started getting tired. Nothing was taking me out. From drinking myself to oblivion, to fighting cops. I was doing it all. But it was getting exhausting. My body was wearing down, my brain was tired. The night I broke and decided I was finally going to try again to get it together. I was broken. Screaming, cursing his name. And praying that he would again just take it all away.I still was angry, but I was too tired to act on it anymore. Come summer 2025- I started feeling called back to him. So I started trying then my ex who I trusted with everything in me- betrayed me. And when someone you love that much betrays you that hard it’s hard to see any light. However I knew then I needed Christ. He was all I had so many nights. He was the only thing I had tethering me to this world. I found myself diving deeper and deeper to him and the closer I’ve gotten to Christ the less angry I’ve been. The less sad I’ve been. The less tired I’ve been. Then I became full of rage- but I found out that was all pure righteous anger. I was disgusted with myself, and disgusted with my sin. That disgust drove me closer and closer to him because I knew the only thing that could heal me was him. Now I see the beauty in life. I feel whole. I feel complete.
Andrew - Learning to Listen
“I always believed in God, but I kept Him at a distance. I prayed when things were hard, but I didn’t really listen. Over time, through prayer and moments I can’t fully explain, I realized God had been speaking to me long before I ever slowed down. Following Jesus hasn’t removed every struggle, but it has given my life direction and purpose."
Marcus - Strength Isn’t Enough
“I reached a point where my own strength failed me. I realized I couldn’t carry everything on my own anymore. When I surrendered control and asked God to lead, my life began to change in quiet but meaningful ways. Jesus became the center instead of something I leaned on only when I needed help.”
Elena - When Faith Cost Me Everything
“I didn’t come to faith during a crisis. I came to faith when everything in my life looked fine on the outside. I had stability, a strong social circle, and clear expectations for what my future was supposed to look like. What I didn’t have was peace.
Curiosity led me to start reading the Bible on my own. At first, it felt uncomfortable. Some of what I read challenged how I had always understood God, truth, and even myself. I wrestled with it quietly for a long time, afraid of what it might mean if I really believed what I was reading.
As my faith grew, the cost became real. Some relationships grew distant. Certain conversations became tense. I felt misunderstood and, at times, alone. Following Jesus didn’t simplify my life—it complicated it. But in the middle of that loss, I gained something deeper: clarity, peace, and a sense of belonging that didn’t depend on approval from others.
Faith taught me that obedience isn’t always rewarded immediately. Sometimes it feels lonely. Sometimes it feels costly. But I’ve learned that Jesus is faithful in ways I never experienced before. Even when I lost familiarity, I gained truth. And that has changed me permanently.”
Hannah - A Quiet Calling
“I never had a dramatic moment that changed everything. My faith grew slowly—through prayer, reflection, and learning to trust God’s voice. Looking back, I see how God was shaping me long before I noticed. Sometimes the most powerful changes happen quietly.”
Daniel - Step by Step Faith
“There were seasons when I wondered if I was truly hearing God or just hoping I was. Over time, I learned that obedience matters more than certainty. Walking with Jesus doesn’t mean having all the answers—it means taking the next right step, even when the path isn’t clear.”
Rob - Faith After the Damage Was Done
“I didn’t turn to God early in life. I avoided Him. I was convinced faith was for people who needed a crutch, and I didn’t see myself that way. Years passed, mistakes piled up, and relationships quietly fell apart. By the time I started thinking about God, the damage was already done.
What surprised me wasn’t a sudden conversion—it was how patient God was. I didn’t feel judged. I felt invited. I began praying in awkward, honest ways, unsure if anyone was listening. Slowly, things shifted—not externally, but internally.
Faith didn’t erase my past or fix everything I broke. What it did was give me responsibility without despair. I learned to face my mistakes honestly, ask for forgiveness where I could, and accept that some consequences would remain. Jesus didn’t promise me a reset—He offered redemption.
Now, faith shapes how I live daily. I choose humility over pride. Reflection over reaction. Service over self-protection. I don’t claim a dramatic story, but I carry something better: peace that didn’t exist before and hope that doesn’t depend on circumstances.”
Allen - From the Streets to the Savior
My brother, I was put into foster care when I was three years old. During that time, I was sexually, physically, and mentally abused. Later, I was adopted, but the physical and mental abuse continued for most of my life. Eventually, I ended up on the streets. I ran with a gang and sold drugs for most of my life, but I never tried to hurt anyone. I always tried to help people. Most of my life, I lived in the streets.
Yes, I may have been a drug dealer for most of my life, but I tried to do it without harming anyone. I didn’t do dirt to people. I ran it like a business, not with violence or cruelty. When I was 30 years old, I was run over by a semi truck. I should have lost everything from the waist down, but I can still walk. I may walk with a limp, but I can walk.
At another point, someone put fentanyl in my drugs. I had enough fentanyl in my body to kill four people. The doctor looked at me and asked, “Why are you still alive?” I told him, “Because of my Lord and Savior.”
I’ve lived a crazy life, but now my future is focused on going home to heaven. Being on the streets opened my eyes to how corrupt the world really is. There is so much evil, trafficking, and darkness tied into systems of power. But I believe that if people truly had a relationship with their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ—if they read their Bible daily, prayed morning and night, and truly communicated with God—this world would not be the way it is.
Jesus Christ did not die on the cross for the world we see today. He died so we could have salvation, peace, kindness, love, and joy. He deserves all the praise, all the glory, all the love, all the faith, all the trust, all the thanks, all the honor, and all the mercy. He deserves it all. We don’t deserve any of it, yet He gave it freely.
He died on the cross for everyone—even those who tortured Him, mocked Him, spit on Him, nailed Him to the cross, and placed a crown of thorns on His head. He forgave every single one of them, just as He forgives us. He knew everything about us before we were even born.
Everything we go through in life happens for a reason—to draw us closer and closer to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. That is what life is about. Everything that happens is God preparing us for what’s to come. I don’t believe in death; I believe in changing addresses—moving to a more beautiful place when the Lord is ready for us. He has a greater purpose for us there than here.
While we are here on earth, I believe there are three types of souls: Jesus souls, lost souls, and non-souls. We who are Jesus souls are called to gather the lost souls and bring them back to Christ before the non-souls get ahold of them. The non-souls are the ones who commit the wicked, evil, demonic, sick, and twisted acts against children, women, and people everywhere.
This space is waiting for your story.
Your journey matters—your struggles, your rebuilding, and the path that led you to Jesus. Every testimony reflects how God has shaped us, and when we share them, we encourage others who may be walking a similar road.
If your story can help someone see Jesus more clearly or take a step toward Him, we invite you to share it. Together, we grow by living out the call to follow Christ and help others find Him too.
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