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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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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Oh anchor ⚓️ of mine

It feels it.

The anchor. He feels the tugs of the rope. He feels each squirm and pull I make.

Embedded in strength and honour. Oh strong steel. Unmovable you are.

You are all I have, while my boat sways, while the storm collects above my head. In the middle of a wind of turbulence.

It’s you.

Holding me.

Yes this boat is rocking. Yes we are sick with the motion. Yes I am unsteady, but you are my firm foundation, you who are outside of my storm, yet who keeps me throughout it.

You, my tower of strength beneath the waters of despair. You who waits in my darkness, you who holds throughout the waves that aim to conquer me.

He holds me. Oh anchor of mine.

And it is enough, enough to stop my boat from de railing its course, your rope is strong and durable. Your steel will keep me steady amongst this storm.

Yes I may wobble, yes my insides are thrown from east to west.

But still here, we are still a float,

Still held.

Proverbs 18:10

10 The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe.

Thank you father for your mighty love, ❤️ You are my tower, right in the place of destruction and warfare. It’s here, you are, my refuse in this storm.

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