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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a FAMILIAR voice

Today, I picked up my youngest daughter from school.

And as we walked hand in hand, there was another little girl close by, seeminly alone. So I watched. As she was a 5 year old with no parent in sight I was somewhat concerned for her.

She turned and began to run back to the school, through the car park enterance, and I watched, horrified and shocked at the scene in front of me.

Because I could see a danger that she could not.
I could see peril in the form of a car coming from the other side.

Frozen, I shouted out to the little running girl.
“Watch the car!”

And she continued running and the car continued driving towards her.

Still rooted to the ground and holding my daughters hand. But this time I screamed.

”WATCH THE CAR!!”

And she continued to run.

You see. She didn’t recognise my voice. It was strange, unimportant. My voice, blended into the background of a noisy and busy environment.

It wouldn’t have mattered what I said, shouted or screamed. She would not hear my voice.

But there was a voice which stopped her in her tracks. There was a voice whose very notes resonated in her mind; her fathers.

So thankfully she stopped in time as her father called out to her from several metres away, shouting the same words that I had shouted.

A familiar voice, is much easier to hear than one unrecognisable.
A familiar voice does not happen by chance, a familiar voice is time 🕰️ spent with the person. A familiar voice is intentional and deliberate. Knowing the voice comes from time and communion together.

As I got into my car with my daughter and tried to process what I had just seen. God told me;

”A familiar voice”.

John 10 2-5

2The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. 3The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. 5But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognise a stranger’s voice.’

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