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I thank God, Whom I serve with pure conscience (as my forefathers did), remembering you in my prayers night and day, without ceasing;

desiring to see you, mindful of your tears, so that I may be filled with joy

when I call to remembrance the sincere faith that is in you (which dwelt first in your grandmother, Lois, and in your mother, Eunice, and assuredly dwells in you also).

Therefore, I remind you to stir up the gift of God which is in you by the laying on of my hands.

For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of self-control.

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