OPENING THE GATES OF HEAVEN: Walk in the Favour of Answered Prayer and Blessing BY PERRY STONE

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Do your prayers, praise and worship sometimes feel like a routine? Weeks or months may pass with no demonstration of any financial, spiritual, or personal breakthrough. In this book, the writer shows you how to release the flow of heaven’s blessing through both God’s revelation and the intervention of angelic messengers. With powerful examples from the lives of Biblical characters and current examples from his own life, reveals:

Twelve truths he learned from the greatest prayer warrior. The keys to recognizing the gates of heaven. What you should do when God says no or delays answers. Seven spiritual laws you must follow for answered prayer. How to pray through the battle of the firstborn. You do not have to be bound by the frustration of empty prayers and miracle-less living. God’s desire to meet your needs and to pour out an overflow of blessing is a part of His covenant with you.

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