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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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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Pitt to palace

So they made a ditch for you. A hole for you to lay in. They planned your ruin and ultimate fall. It was big enough to engulf you. Deep enough to prevent your climb 🧗‍♀️

Yet God said no.

This was not to be your ruin, nor your death. But the pitt they made for you he deemed climbable. No Pitt deep enough to prevent his will.

His plan will require your patience. His plan will require your surrendering will.

Sometimes It’s not until we sit on the dirty floor of a dark cell, when all around us stops, when life seems dead and hopeless behind barred doors that we can really hear his quiet voice whispering his love ❤️

Maybe your laying in the pitt today, feeling famished, feeling betrayed, with eyes that can only look up to the heavens.

Maybe your siting in the dark cold cell where you cannot see anyway out.

But just know; his plan for your end, his plan for your story, is on the seat beside the king.

Praise him who takes us from the depths of darkness and makes our way to his glory and throne. 🙌 🙌

#Joseph

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