I thank God,1 whom I serve, as my forefathers did, with a clear conscience,2 as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers.34
Recalling your tears,4 I long to see you,5 so that I may be filled with joy.
I have been reminded of your sincere faith,6 which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice7 and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.
For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands.87
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity,9 but a spirit of power,10 of love and of self-discipline.