No Fear
A Personal Memoir of My Journey with God
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, Inspiration & Meditation, Inspirational
| Author: | Carine Colas Diallo | ISBN: | 9781490861265 |
| Publisher: | WestBow Press | Publication: | December 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | WestBow Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Carine Colas Diallo |
| ISBN: | 9781490861265 |
| Publisher: | WestBow Press |
| Publication: | December 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | WestBow Press |
| Language: | English |
No Fear is about my decision to relinquish my total being to God when I was young. An inner voiceGods voicehad become a permanent part of me, speaking to me and advising me in times of trouble and danger.
My father was born in Haiti and could not provide any religious support to me and my siblings. However, my mother, who is also Haitian, a Christian, and an advocate of prayer, pushed and encouraged me to grow closer to God through prayer.
While I was a high school student almost thirty years ago, thank God my inner voiceGods voicespoke loudly and clearly to my conscious being. As I was heading into the girls locker room to change for tennis practice, all of a sudden, I heard my inner voice command me to leave the school building. At the entrance, I encountered a teenage boy standing there, who violently grabbed my arm and was trying to pull down his pants with his other hand. I kicked him hard in his groin, which forced him to the ground. I was free.
Years later, when I was a Peace Corps volunteer working in Guinea, West Africa, the government compound where I was living was attacked by an angry mob seeking revenge on a political figure whom they believed was corrupt. The night before, my inner voiceGods voiceinstructed me to pack a small bag. I escaped unharmed.
No Fear is about my decision to relinquish my total being to God when I was young. An inner voiceGods voicehad become a permanent part of me, speaking to me and advising me in times of trouble and danger.
My father was born in Haiti and could not provide any religious support to me and my siblings. However, my mother, who is also Haitian, a Christian, and an advocate of prayer, pushed and encouraged me to grow closer to God through prayer.
While I was a high school student almost thirty years ago, thank God my inner voiceGods voicespoke loudly and clearly to my conscious being. As I was heading into the girls locker room to change for tennis practice, all of a sudden, I heard my inner voice command me to leave the school building. At the entrance, I encountered a teenage boy standing there, who violently grabbed my arm and was trying to pull down his pants with his other hand. I kicked him hard in his groin, which forced him to the ground. I was free.
Years later, when I was a Peace Corps volunteer working in Guinea, West Africa, the government compound where I was living was attacked by an angry mob seeking revenge on a political figure whom they believed was corrupt. The night before, my inner voiceGods voiceinstructed me to pack a small bag. I escaped unharmed.
