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 🙌🙌

God bless you if you have decided to bless me in this way. God bless your time 🕰️ as you have blessed mine. ☕️ With peace and presence 🙌🙌

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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It’s a date

It’s been noted.

Your every moment.

Your every tear collected.

Your every hair counted.

Each moment, each second is marked on his schedule, your placement, and he’s waiting at each one. He’s sitting, he’s walking, he’s at each moment you pass by. He’s been waiting.

It’s a date. All of it, he is with you, he’s been waiting for you.

Waiting for you to catch up to him in each moment.

His arms wait to hold your tears tomorrow. His arms are waiting a week from now to rejoice with you.

He is in every moment, already there, even now.

Like the track that holds the marble sized ball. He is every step of the way. Each turn holds no surprise, every down slop he restores to its high.

How is it possible that the one who sits with me drinking coffee today, whispered to me while I was in the womb. How can the one who walks today with me is also sitting in the spot of my last breath.

The one who waits for me to catch up to him in every moment.

The one who sits at seats waiting for me has already prepared my setting at his table.

With a date, a save the date.

A date today, but a wedding date tomorrow.

Many dates in this life, dates of getting to know one another, dates that I can learn more about him. Opportunities to grow in trust and love.

Because the date of completion is coming, he has it circled ⭕️ in red 🙌🙌🙌 a date that we make it unbreakable, a date of everlasting joining.

An eternity of a wedding date that is predated by a million moments of dates.

Reach out your hand, reach out your heart. ❤️

He’s already here.

Waiting for this moments date with you friend.

Don’t be rude. Put down your phone. 📱

Breathe him in.

Isaiah 30:18

18 So the LORD must wait for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion. For the LORD is a faithful God. Blessed are those who wait for his help. 

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