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.


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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 🙌🙌

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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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its clotted, but its cream

When I was worshiping the other week, God showed me an image.
A hard top. Crusted and dry. Baked in the heat of the oven.

The silver spoon 🥄 is launched, it will scoop. It will break through. That hardened surface above, that immoveable crust on top.

There will be a break though, and it will crack open the cream.

The riches of the riches is waiting, the cream of the cream has been placed, and it’s in hiding, it’s in waiting.

It waiting for the breakthrough.

Your cream is here.
His spoon of spirit will crack through your crust.

Soon, you will be eating the most delicious, most incredible, thickest cream to ever behold,

The cream of the crop, is waiting for you.

The jar was already pre set. The cream tucked inside. But the heat of the oven crusted it over. The heat sealed its goodness underneath. But we just need to crack it open. Your cream will be found. Luxurious goodness. God is good 🙌

Micah 2:13
He who opens the breach goes up before them; they break through and pass the gate, going out by it. Their king passes on before them, the Lord at their head.

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