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I thank God, whom I serve apart from my fathers with a pure conscience, as without ceasing I make mention of you in my prayers night and day, desiring to see you, mindful of your tears. I am filled with joy when I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice, and am assured that it dwells in you also. And so I remind you to stir up the gift of God that is in you by the putting on of my hands. For God has not given to us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and soberness of mind.

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