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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Move! Move!

She pushed past me.

“Move!” She exclaimed.

She ran over to the bed were the woman lay, she was tubed.

Heart line flat.

The medical team of angels seemed to swarm and gather around. Each one began an individual job, and then he walked in.

The man wearing white who shone like the sun. ☀️

His hands at peace. He lifted the jump leads, he rubbed together the spirit of God, sparks ⚡️ flew.

“Make way.” He said, and hands moved.

“Defibrillator ready. Compression 1!”

Pads fully charged were placed upon her heart. ❤️

And shock. ⚡️

“Spirit administered. Daughter still unresponsive.” He shouts.

He rubbed the pads again and replaced them upon her.

“Double portion compression 2!”

Shock waves of the Holy Ghost flew through her.

The beep of the heart machine began, making the room aware of her alive state.

Suddenly your eyes begin to open.

You realise you are no longer the out looker of the scene but directly in it.

His face is above you and he whispers

Proverbs 4 20-23

20My son, pay attention to what I say; turn your ear to my words. 21Do not let them out of your sight, keep them within your heart; 22for they are life to those who find them and health to one’s whole body. 23Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

Be careful what you hold to your heart, be careful what you allow to minister to you, be careful of the inflow. Because the inflow turns to the outflow, what you allow in will affect what you pour out, or lack of.

Only him, who holds the words of life brings life. Only God almighty has the power to administer a life giving substance.

Everything else is just deathly distraction.

Friend, it’s so easy to get distracted. We live in a world that’s a fair ground of evil and empty delight. It can be hard not to get sucked into the merry go round.

Keep ahead, keep walking straight and fix your eyes on him. Distraction can be deadly.

Father I pray that you will open eyes and hearts, that you will infiltrate where the enemy has distracted us. I pray you will resurrect us in every way, that we may be found to be alive and fruitful and abounding in all goods works, not distracted.

Don’t find your bride distracted.

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