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I AM PREDESTINED FOR THE GOOD LIFE…

#VOICEYOURFAITH: HEALTH CONFESSION

I AM PREDESTINED FOR THE GOOD LIFE…

Say these words after me, and mean them with your heart. Say, “I am in God’s place for my health! I am carefully crafted by God, fashioned for good works, and predestined for the good life. I am wonderfully and fearfully made, and the Lord daily perfects all that concerns me. My health is perfected in the Name of Jesus!

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I have the life of God in me! Everything that concerns me is perfected in the Name of Jesus! I know who I am—I am the very offspring of God Almighty. I reject sickness, poverty, and the low life because I was born for the top. The Spirit of God is at work in me, and He is the life of my physical body! I am special, important to God, and His most cherished workmanship. Thank you, Jesus!

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I AM PREDESTINED FOR THE GOOD LIFE...

I have been made a victor for life. I am imbued with the indestructible life of God. His nature in me makes me invincible and superhuman. Sickness, disease, lack, and death have no place in my life. I refuse to live a sickly life because I’ve been ushered into the realm of abundant life. Hallelujah!

I am full of divine might; the dominion of the Spirit is on me. Eternal life is at work in me. Every facet of my being is inundated and supplanted by divine life. I live above the rudiments and corrupting forces of this present world. I am rightly positioned in the center of God’s perfect will. Hallelujah!

PRICELESS ❤️

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