PURGING YOUR HOUSE, PRUNNING YOUR FAMILY TREE BY PERRY STONE

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Is there a war going on in your home? Does a weeping willow describe your family tree? Do you secretly wish you had been born to a different family? Did you pick up some bad DNA from someone in your lineage?

Our homes should be places of love and security, but demonic activity and hindrances often fill them with conflict, dissatisfaction, and disillusionment. Purging Your House, Pruning your Family Trees takes you to the root of these issues, showing you how to rid your home and family of demonic influence and generational oppression.

With his unique blend of Bible knowledge and spiritual insight, Perry Stone brings to light the methods and strategies the devil uses to launch his attacks against our families. Discover what you need to know to stand strong against him, including:

-How Satan selects his victims from an early age
-Removing accursed things from your house
-How you can prevent Satan’s return to your house
-The reason why three o’clock in the morning taps into the spirit world
-Why we battle atmospheric warfare and how to change it

The insights in this book –if read, believed, and practiced—will help you to alter your present situation and prepare for a great emotional and spiritual future.

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