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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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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the only way is through

The sea has parted and the direction is clear.
A wall of waves to the left and a wall of waves to the right.
There is no going back.
Only through.

But today, the scene is alittle different.. actually it’s completely different.

Today it’s the burning 🔥 fire to the left like a wall and a burning fire to the right like a wall.

Behind is still a king who is determined to kill.

In front is not freedom. In front is a furnace.
In front no longer holds the appearance of freedom and life, but its captivity in the bounds holding me, and death in the hot flames. 🔥

And yet, the only way is through.
There is no left or right, there is no back. God says the only way is through, the only path here today. Is through the furnace. Through the flames of pain.

But alone we do not go.
By ourselves we are not.

And who knows.
Walking through the fire, might just bring the promotion we are looking for.

There might just be glory on the other side. The blazing kind of a God who is an all consuming fire 🔥

Daniel 3: 24-25, 28 & 30

24Then King Nebuchadnezzar leaped to his feet in amazement and asked his advisors, ‘Weren’t there three men that we tied up and threw into the fire?’ They replied, ‘Certainly, Your Majesty.’ 25He said, ‘Look! I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods.’

28Then Nebuchadnezzar said, ‘Praise be to the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, who has sent his angel and rescued his servants! They trusted in him and defied the king’s command and were willing to give up their lives rather than serve or worship any god except their own God.

30Then the king promoted Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the province of Babylon.

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