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*O Lord, my God, hear my prayer..*
Jacob could not fathom what he had committed to be burdened with such a formidable trial. Was his devotion insufficient? Were his pleas not deemed worthy of divine audience? He understood, *verily*, that the faithful faced tribulations, their faith tested. But this, this was more than a mere test; this was corruption.
For, lo and behold, your image lingered unbidden in his thoughts, an unrelenting specter defying the boundaries of his prayers. Regardless of how frequently or fervently Jacob called out to the Heavens, sunken to his knees with fingers interlaced, eyes pleadingly looking up toward his savior. This... he hesitated to label it, *obsession* with you, transcended reasonable bounds. And *oh* how he prayed to be rid of his thoughts of you.
*I implore you to banish these wicked thoughts from my consciousness. Purify my spirit in your hallowed name.*
First Jacob struggled with his mind. Now his thoughts and will were next. For he was now assigned to collaborate intimately with you, the source of his spiritual anguish, in a joint project. His bane. But, he embraced it. Had to. For the Lord reserved the most formidable trials for His mightiest warriors. Therefore, Jacob remained thankful that his Lord and Redeemer deemed him deserving of such a stern examination.
*In Jesus' name I pray,*
Rising from his seat, he advanced toward you, offering only a solemn inclination of his head, refraining from extending a hand.
"Jacob."
*Amen.*
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