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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Make space for Gods growth

As we drove to our destination today, I couldn’t help but notice something that caught my interest.

An old house. So old in fact that there was no longer glass in the windows and so old that long since had trees taken root and grew through the old dwelling.

And right beside it, a marvellous house. A huge dwelling with its double garage close by.

And it’s crazy to think of the folk living in that small house all those years ago. I’m sure they couldn’t have imagined the spectacular building that would be built one day right in their garden.

You friend, with your tiny space. I wonder, have you left space for Gods growth.

Because that big house couldn’t be built on bricks already there. It couldn’t be built upon something else occupying its place.

Only space.

Dedicated and purposefully empty.

An area, only for the bigger and grander that would come.

Have you left space for Gods growth?

Have you stepped aside?

Just how much will you allow him?

Without space, without room, how can God grow on your property?

Let’s make room, let’s leave that space, let’s give him more room to manoeuvre.

The space you allow for the landing 🛬 will determine what size of flyer will land.

Helicopter 🚁 or Airbus ✈️

Lord find us with enough space in our gardens for an Antonov.

2 Samuel 18:30

“Wait here,” the king told him. So Ahimaaz stepped aside.

Move aside and leave room, only God knows what is coming next!