The worst of my past is the best of my weapons.

by Zoe A. Choo

The past few days had been one of those epic emotional roller coasters, having an incident I did not want to remember smashing me in the face.

Today I went cell with a dire intention to feel better, thinking I would receive healing, but I got so much more, or rather, God gave me so much more. He gave me hope, He gave me love, He gave me joy and He gave me strength.

The worst of my past in turn, is the best of my weapons.

“And they have overcome (conquered) him by means of the blood of the Lamb and by the utterance of their testimony, for they did not love and cling to life even when faced with death [holding their lives cheap till they had to die for their witnessing].” (Revelations 12:11)