The depth to be in is how more of a home the place is, even in tents is just a roof to the earth to lay upon.
Everyone is thinking the same thing, like a bunched up group of leaves. It is the pretty flowers that attract and picked to be separated from the rest.
Will require the patience of a woman if wanting to find what it is seeking for.
A hatched egg that is wanting to have a lid put back on can create more hard work than it took to allow to hatch.
Are getting it from both sides, one nagging in one ear while another nagging in the other. All others can do is be patient and wait to see whom shall be listened to.
In the forest; when darkness falls like a sheet of silence upon the air. Everyone's thoughts light up like intense candles burning. Whereas during daylight it is a thought above that everyone follows. Now this above sense becomes quiet, the only sound is the mind thinking inside everyone's head.
In the stones; grown by the same roots yet seeds sown are distant upon the wind, while one is encouraged in direction it is the wind where others follow, love is as a trail of a scent that only some will pick up and that being their guidance.
2 Samuel Ch.4:V.6 " - And they came thither into the midst of the house, as though they would have fetched wheat; and they smote him under the fifth rib: and Rechab and Baanah his brother escaped."
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