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“Your heart is set on meditating on the Lord's precepts, contemplating His ways, and delighting in His Word. Your eyes are open to the truths of God, even in the night watches, and His law is your meditation all day long. You find joy in the Lord's statutes, and His works are the wonder of your heart. Your hands are lifted up to His commandments, which you love, and you meditate on the book of the law day and night. As you remember the days of old and muse on the work of God's hands, you are blessed with wisdom, guidance, and a deeper walk with the Lord. You are satisfied with God's favor and filled with His blessings. As a seed of Abraham through Jesus Christ, you receive the blessing of Abraham, and God multiplies you like the stars of heaven and the sand of the shore. Showers of blessing are upon your life, and every curse sent your way is turned into a blessing. You are chosen by God and blessed, and His face shines upon you. Your life yields increase, and the ends of the earth fear Him. You walk in God's favor, and your enemies do not triumph over you, for you are blessed and favored by the Lord.”

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