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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There’s more Manna

A few weeks ago while in church I felt from God there was a traffic jam in Heaven.

A traffic jam of manna. A build up of what he has for you.

You see we only have two hands to hold manna, we only have a small brain to process his downloads, we only have a small window to bring through.

But he is endless.

He is waiting, his conveyor belt is back up, and he’s waiting still. He wants you to process what you have right now in your hands so he can fill you with the next piece.

You see Isreal, you cannot hold a large quantity of this, it’s too good, it’s too big.

My feed to you is uncharted.

It’s a supermarket spree count down of your days, you have only one trolley to fill, but I have endless on my shelves 🙌🙌🙌

Fill and off load to others, fill and come back for more.

I have more for my children, come back expecting, come back wanting, come back because I am backed up!

Exodus 16:35

35 The Israelites ate manna forty years, until they came to a land that was settled; they ate manna until they reached the border of Canaan.

I have enough food to grow you, until you reach the promise I have for you.

I have enough food to feed your soul with for your generation, for the span of your life. Until I meet you on the boarder of Heaven I want to feed you and grow you.

Personal, food from me, to you.

It is white, because it is from the breast of God.

Exodus 16:31

31 The people of Israel called the bread manna. It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey.

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