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INFLUENCE BY INTERCESSION

If you are on this post, i believe one of these best describe you
- You want a positive change in your life
-You desire a steady prayer life
-You want to be a purposeful, influential, relevant (RPI)woman.

I believe strongly in the power of intercession. I have seen my family experience tremendous results in our finances, ministry and marriage.

This Tamar's Pouch Prayer Guide was first given to the women who attended the second TAMAR'S POUCH ANNUAL CONFERENCE in may 2014; tagged PALACE PILLARS.

I have decided to make it available to those who couldn't make it.

Women who pray, have an unspeakable influence on their world and those God has given to them.

I desire that you become a voice in our time; hence i have drawn out this prayer guide to enable you grow as an intercessor.
The guide is a 31 day prayer plan. If followed consistently, it can birth the grace of an intercessor in you and change your life.

It covers lots of issues on marriage, our spouse, children, emotions, ministry and more.

ITS FREE, get it here Tamar's Pouch Prayer Guide
We hope to have you at the TAMAR'S POUCH CONFERENCE 2015. May 23, 10 am. it is tagged, REFRESHED, RENEWED, RESTORED!
There would be Home spa treatment lessons, soul rejuvenation therapy and in-to-me see with God.
keep your calendars marked! see details here

I encourage you to join the TAMAR'S POUCH GROUP for women/girls on facebook to enable you stay updated and pray with other women monthly.
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