The Secret to Divine Wealth

By Jade Ulatoski

Sometimes you lose everything. Let's face it! Poverty is sheer hell and sometimes recovering all your losses seems impossible...but it isn't. The author's true story of loss, adversity, hardship and poverty and the road that lead her to uncover the secret to divine wealth. The author shares the principles that taught her to be recover all losses Learn the secret that will change your life forever!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Ulatoski
• Release date: Apr 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224518760

Book preview

There have been many people who have taught me about the secret to divine wealth—and who have shown me the way out of poverty. It is dedicated to my mother and father who were always the cornerstone of truth in my life—the people who taught me about holiness as a way of life and about the power of giving and the road that leads to divine wealth. This book is also dedicated to people who have changed my life and in order to protect their privacy, they are listed by first name only because they know who they are: Kevin, Jerry, Ken and Charles. I forever owe you a debt of gratitude.

Enough said!

A note from the author—

This book is about a secret—the secret to divine wealth.

It is based on my true story, my life—and the insights, perspectives and lessons God taught me along the way.

This is NOT a book about financial markets, investing, strategies, etc. as most of the world knows them. It is a book about my lessons and my story—gotten the old-fashioned, hard way—through loss, adversity and the dregs of poverty itself—and it contains the principles that have shown me the secret to divine wealth and how, when you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, simply put—there is a way out.

It is the secret to divine wealth.

It is my hope that the lessons shared here along with my insights and perspectives will help you discover and activate the secret.

With love—

Jade

It is God that giveth thee power to get wealth...

PART ONE

Chapter 1

SMALL BEGINNINGS

Someone once told me simply this—do not despise small beginnings.

Just imagine the acorn that becomes an oak tree, or the seeds in a garden when all you can see are mounds of dirt until the first fruits of those seeds spring up and push through the ground.

Just imagine that mustard seed, so tiny you can’t see it with the natural eye yet faith even that size can move a mountain. Imagine what you cannot see inside those small beginnings.

The small beginnings often are the very seeds that move you from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

I GREW UP IN A RURAL farming community and I didn’t know the meaning of the word poor. I didn’t know its meaning because we never went without regardless of the season or the hardship.

My father had a 4th grade education, having dropped out of school in the 4th grade during The Great Depression when times were hard, to get a job so he could help his parents. My mother had a 9th grade education, having dropped out of school to marry my father.

Papa learned to read by reading newspapers out loud to himself. He built and renovated houses by day and came home, ate supper, and went out in the field to farm until midnight. My father learned to build those houses and renovate them simply by reading books on each subject, i.e., plumbing, roofing, electrical, etc. He built houses by hand, from the ground up and most often than not, those houses took at least a year to build but once built, they lasted for years—there was no such thing as cardboard construction back in his day.

Together he and Mama raised the four of us (me being the youngest) in an era when there was no medical insurance, no internet, no such thing as social media—it was hard work and strong work ethics as well as honesty and integrity. My father never took a signed agreement from anyone. His handshake and his word were his bond.

Mama took on sewing jobs or worked at the local hospital as a nurse’s aide when times were tough, and work was scarce.

My grandfather (on my father’s side) farmed his whole life, walking the land every day to pray blessings and God’s mercy over the land and my grandmother (his wife) took care of the land and the house. Life was simple.

My grandmother (on my mother’s side) was a mail order bride, having answered an ad in a magazine for a mail order bride. At the age of 35, she became a bride for the first time. My grandfather was a shoemaker from up north and when my mother was only two, he left not because of marital discord but because there was no work, so he went back up north to practice his trade—cobbling shoes as a shoemaker. He sent money back often and wrote letters, trying to get my grandmother to leave but she could never quite cut her cords with the familial terrain that was the only thing she knew in her homeland.

When my brother contracted polio at two, he was in a hospital some two hours from home, for two months—there was no medical insurance, so my mother and father paid for his hospital bills and got some assistance from the March of Dimes.

Mama sewed our clothes and there was always plenty of food on the table. Papa’s crops always made and back then I never understood why they did.

Let’s put it this way: if we were poor, I never knew it.

There are people who define wealth and status as the size of the house you live in, how expensive the car is you drive and the size of your paycheck, but I know plenty of people who live like that, and they are dirt poor because they are so deeply in debt, they can’t figure the way out.

I will say this: wealth, divine wealth, is about a whole lot more than money. It’s about everything in your life—and it is the physical, mental, spiritual, and financial areas of your entire life.

Early on, very early on, I was taught an important principle from the Bible:

It is God that giveth thee power to get wealth.

Chapter 2

WHEN YOUR WORLD FALLS APART

A storm is often the very thing (or crisis) that pushes a person over the edge, pushes the boundaries of what we know or can see—when a life that was running smoothly is suddenly ripped out from under you.  Your comfort zone is gone, everything is gone—and then what? What do you do when everything—and life as you know it—is gone?

The question is:

What’s on the other side of the storm?

My mother had a