Someone really needs to tell Joyce Meyer that when you write a supposedly non-fiction book, there is one thing that is really important:
Having a point.
This is just 74 or so pages of blah blah blah. Perhaps Meyer is pandering to her base. I don't know. Was the point "God loves you"?
As if nobody living in the Western world has ever heard that before?
In between each blah blah blah, there is some deeply disturbing stuff. She keeps reinterperting Bible verses as if she's guessing how the verse appears in an alternative universe. She keeps saying God talks to her and gives her visions -- even while she's driving.
These are usually symptoms of severe mental illness, like schizophrenia.
Then again, Meyer thinks that everything bad comes from the Devil. That's sure to endear her to the Rob Bell crowd.
And then the prosperity gospel and victim blaming crap starts up, such as this gem:
If you really knew how much God loves you, you would have less trouble receiving a healing. You would have less trouble receiving your financial needs met.
Think that was bad? You better be sitting down for this one:
You don't need anybody but God ... He will be your mate if you don't have one.
Jesus Christ on a cracker.