BATTLEFIELD OF THE MIND: WINNING THE BATTLE IN YOUR MIND BY JOYCE MEYER

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Worry, doubt, confusion, depression, anger and feelings of condemnation, all these are attacks on the mind. If readers suffer from negative thoughts, they can take heart! Joyce Meyer has helped millions win these all-important battles. In this book the writer shows reader how to change their lives by changing their minds.

She teaches how to deal with thousands of thoughts that people think everyday and how to focus the mind the way God think. And she shares the trials, tragedies and ultimate victories from her own marriage, family, and  ministry that  led her to wondrous life transforming truth –and reveals her thoughts and feelings every step of the way.

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