GOD'S WILL IS PROSPERITY BY GLORIA COPELAND

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God's Will is Prosperity


This book teaches on spiritual prosperity and the road map to getting there.

According to the writer, the very basic beginning of Bible prosperity is tithing. The writer refers us to Proverbs 10:22. The original plan and purpose of God for Adam and Eve was prosperity. That was why Adam lacked nothing good in the garden.

It is God’s plan for us to be prosperous but we must seek first the kingdom of God. True prosperity is having all of our needs met. God’s plan for us is to have all our needs met according to is riches by Christ Jesus.

Your first priority is to please God for where your treasure is that is there will your heart be also. If your treasure is Jesus as Lord and the word of God as the lamp unto your feet, then you are a candidate for the material blessings
We must also learn to trust God and stop worrying and give the word first place in your life.

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