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.

‘100% pure filter’

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 ☕️ thats a lot of words flowing 🖋️

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

God bless you if you have decided to bless me in this way. God bless your time 🕰️ as you have blessed mine. ☕️ With peace and presence 🙌🙌

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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A more cry.

Have you ever heard the noise of a bag full of empty glass bottles? They make a noise different to full bottles, they have a different cry.

Father we cry out to you; these bottles are not full enough, they are not filled to the brim. We cry out for more. More of your power, more of your spirit, more of everything that you are.

These bottles are noisemakers, they loudly cry out for your overflow.

We want more, and more and more. Hear the ‘more’ cry we make.

Luke 11:13 If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!’

Me: Dad I’m waiting for the pour.
God: Ive already give you a Niagara falls…
Me: No, that was a tap 🚰 drip 💧 …. I’ll wait for more…..
God: Right.. I will go grab the ocean plug.
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