The ART of Losing Myself

As the coffee pours through the filter, the filter does nothing but simply allows it to pass; the filter if pure will add nothing to the flavour of the beans and also take nothing away. Simple flow. Up to down. From within to out.

The typewriter thinks not of the next word or sentence, it decides not the next paragraph. The typewriter is simply there, allowing its buttons to be pushed, allowing its ink to flow, allowing a mark to be left.

During my time working with coffee one day I was cleaning out the back, and I seen on a shelf high above me, a box.

ā€˜100% pure filterā€™

And I knew that God was talking to me about what I needed to be. 100 percent pure filter, add nothing and take away nothing.

That is my prayer that I may be used to the full, that his outpour will always be HIS outpour.

Come my friend, let me wrap my arm around you.


Take a seat.


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Thats a lot of coffee flowing ā˜•ļø thats a lot of words flowing šŸ–‹ļø

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Any excuse to have a reason to be still, to sit in the presence of him who always flows šŸ™ŒšŸ™Œ Thanks be to him who always gives to us šŸ™ŒšŸ™Œ

God bless you if you have decided to bless me in this way. God bless your time šŸ•°ļø as you have blessed mine. ā˜•ļø With peace and presence šŸ™ŒšŸ™Œ

Thank you so very very much for your blessing today! I pray that your blessings, would be like rivers, flowing steadily, flowing rapidly and always going in the right direction, farward into the next season.

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Gifts šŸŽ that gather..

As I hoovered my room I ended up in the corner. With nozzle in hand šŸ¤š I began to hover the guitar case.

And he spoke

ā€You have allowed my gift to gatherā€

He was speaking to me, but I know he was speaking to someone else too.

You have allowed my gift to gather dust in the corner of your life. You have allowed yourself to tuck it away, just a little. Barely in sight, rarely in mind.

You have told yourself, ā€˜When I get more timeā€™ šŸ•°ļø ā€˜When I have more energyā€™.

But it is now.
This is the time, now is the when. Stop putting aside my gift, stop waiting for the perfect time.

This is the time to give to others.

This is the time for your service.

I have more for you to unwrap.
But itā€™s like a game of pass the parcel. šŸ“¦ You need to open one gift before you can open the next.

Letā€™s go deeper into our calling šŸ“ž

Matthew 25:28-29

28 ā€œSo take the bag of gold from him and give it to the one who has ten bags. 29For whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them.

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