BEAUTY FOR ASHES: Receiving Emotional Healing BY JOYCE MEYER

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Many people seem to have gotten it all together outwardly, but inside they are a wreck. Their past  has broken, crushed, and wounded them inwardly. They can be healed. God has a plan, and Isaiah 61, reveals that the Lord came to heal the broken hearted. He wants to heal victims of abuse and emotional wounding. The writer is a victim of the physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse she suffered as a child yet today she has a nationwide ministry of emotional healing to others like herself. In this book the writer outlines major truths that brought healing in her life and describes how other victims of abuse can also experience God’s healing in their lives. You will larn:
-         How to understand your responsibilities to God for overcoming abuse
-         Why victims of abuse often suffer from other addictive behaviours
-         How to grab hold of God’s unconditional love
-         The importance of God’s timing in working through painful memories.

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