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From Prison to Peace
From Prison to Peace
From Prison to Peace
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From Prison to Peace

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Dorothy Woods shares her testimony about her journey from Prison to Peace. She recalls her lust for material acquisitions and the problems it brought to her life. She thought that money would bring her the peace she needed but it was not until she found the Lord that she experienced true peace.

“Before I got arrested I had a Bible in almost every room, but I never took the time to read one. So I started reading my Bible. The Bible became my only friend. The words seemed to just leap right off the pages into me. I read my Bible about 50 time’s front to back. During this time I experienced a “Spiritual Rebirth” which has changed my outlook, given me a new heart, new dreams, new hopes, new ideas, and a new look at the society in which I live.” In this small book the author outlines her journey step by and step and shares with the reader her spiritual experience as she searched for that peace
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateJun 23, 2010
ISBN9781669820208
From Prison to Peace
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Dorothy Woods

Dorothy Woods earned her degree in sociology and has been a minister for nineteen years as well as the president of an Outreach. She has owned her own business and has published her autobiography, The Welfare Queen. The author loves to write and currently resides in California.

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    From Prison to Peace - Dorothy Woods

    Copyright © 2010 by Dorothy Woods. 82696-WOOD

    Library of Congress Control Number     2010909108

    ISBN:     Softcover       978-1-4535-2551-7

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may

    be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by

    any means, electronic or mechanical, including

    photocopying, recording, or by any information storage

    and retrieval system, without permission

    in writing from the copyright owner.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,

    places and incidents either are the product of the

    author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any

    resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead,

    events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Xlibris Corporation

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    DEDICATION:

    To my loving daughter Johnelle Williams without whose never-failing compassion and encouragement this book would not have been finished in half the time.

    Contents

    Dedication:

    Part 1

    My Testimony:

    Part 2

    Happiness

    Mental Prison:

    The Peace That Jesus Gave:

    Holy Spirit:

    The Peace The World Gives:

    The Ego:

    Part 3

    The Obstacles to Peace:

    PART 1

    My Testimony:

    About noon on a warm spring day my mother was working in the garden. She was getting the ground ready to plant greens and peas, when she started having labor pains. She ran into the shot-gun house that was made of tin and wood. The house was called a shot-gun house because it was made like a shot-gun. All the rooms were in a straight line. Mom, I am ready to have the baby! She shouted to her mother. Go fetch Auntie Julia! Her mother said to her father. Auntie Julia was a midwife.

    On March 29, 1942, I was born in a small town in Mississippi. This town is so small I don’t think it’s on the map. Hermanville, Mississippi had one general store that had a post office, food store, tools, and the telegraph office. Next to the general store was a small dingy theatre.

    When I was six years old my parents moved to the Delta; the cotton belt country. We moved to Lyon, Mississippi. There we became share-croppers. As a matter of fact, I believe we were slaves. We worked in the fields from sun-up to sun-down. We didn’t have any clocks or watches, so we told time by our shadows. The cotton fields were nothing but cotton; on ocean of cotton.

    Nevertheless, age twelve was a banner year for me. I could pick 200 pounds of cotton in one day. I could hoe two rows of cotton at one time. I got my first pair of shoes, and my first kiss. My mother told me that I would be grown at age sixteen. What a great year for me!

    While, working in the cotton fields, I dreamt of a better life. I couldn’t wait to turn sixteen. The days seemed like an eternity. It seemed as if my sixteenth birthday would never come.

    Finally, the great

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