That boat to come in is just a small one, although what seems to be blowing their own trumpet, are luring in the bigger ship than this small rowing boat they came from.
Needing there to be a right time to be perfect. Something disturbing to the mind will always torment on whether that time is right.
Unfortunately, for them, their purpose in life and reputation now gained cannot be taken away from them. Call it their prerogative however, it's just God's plan he had for them.
When there is a point in life to stop and think what they would do. Have come to where they no longer dominate the thoughts. Time to think for oneself.
Be surprised whom exactly is seen as that one in charge. While to be serving some other, yet who is it that gets it done. While it seems to be hoping on a roll of dice. If those winning dots roll in, it is oneself that allows the next steps to happen.
In the forest; the road is rough as it is, that being at crossroads are the least of worries. The whole journey can be filled with a crossroad at every inner junction. The main point of travelling is to actually get there. Whether to know where to be going or just taking up where it will lead. As long as to get there, somewhere, wherever that may be.
Ephesians Ch.5:V.29-30 " - For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:
- For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones."
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