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.


Take a seat.


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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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Beauty of the broken

What a marvellous day of sunshine we had. So we set off for the beach. 🏖️

As we sat there, toes immersed in the sand, my husband turned and asked me “The sand is made from rocks?”

And I knew my answer was a moment from God, I could feel the relevance of the reply on my tongue.

“Yes, after so many years of breaking they are broken down to sand”.

Scripture mentions the idea of the rocks crying out to the almighty. A seemingly silent chorus of songs.

Yes they sit, in beauty, a firm structure of foundation. They are marvellously made.

But the broken rock 🪨 🙌👌

The broken rock he has been smacked.

The broken rock, she was hit.

Again and again.

The broken rocks, whew 😥 what a journey. Of roaring seas 🌊 and moving. Up and down and tumble through. A never end to their cycle. 🔁

A never ending to their pressing.

But oh the beauty of the broken rocks.

Oh the beauty of the one who has been broken into a thousand speckles.

Oh the wonder of the son and daughter who have allowed the almighty to turn them, who have allowed him to dismantle them.

What a beauty you are.

What a divine creation.

You are no longer the hard structure.

You are now moveable.

You are now flowable.

You can now be moulded and shaped into any jar. 🫙

You can squeeze into any space.

You are the welcomer of feet🦶onto his temple.

You are that which blows in the wind of his spirit.

Friend you are the one, who he will draw ✍️ upon to set others free.

Your brokenness has beauty.

This broken person is now flexible.

Moveable.

Useable.

Come on Jesus. Stretch out your finger and draw something awesome in this piece of sand.

Draw deliverance, draw freedom, draw wisdom and mercy.

Draw love. ❤️

Draw your face.

Right here. 👇

Luke 19:40

40‘I tell you,’ he replied, ‘if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.’

Luke 8:6-8

6They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, ‘Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.’ 8Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

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