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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RIP 🪦 leather


R.I.P. Leatherjack, R.I.P. to what you are, you look good, you look a part, that’s why I bought you.

You look so good, but when I put you on, it’s just not as good. You’ve hung out here for a while, you’ve been in the family, that’s my closet, you’ve been hanging on my hangers,
and I’ve been holding you.

But the truth is, when I put you on, you’re just not that flexible, you’re just a bit too stiff, and I don’t wear you because of that.

Because no matter how good you look, it’s about how it feels.

Can I move freely? Will you keep me warm?

But you don’t.

You do neither of the things, but you just look the part. So I’m letting you go.

This is it. I’ve decided that you are not holding this space in my wardrobe anymore.

You look so good, but you just don’t fit well. And my prayer, Father God, is that I would not be a leather jacket in your wardrobe. Stiff and unmoving. Restrictive on your arms. I don’t want to be that one.

I want to be like a cardigan that’s easy to move. It’s easy to stretch. It’s easy to reach. I want to be easy when you put me on. I want to be so easy. So in tune.

So in tune. With your every movement and your every step. Your every outreach.

I want to be so in tune to you. Stretching out my hand when you say stretch. Bending down my knees when you say bend. I don’t want to be a leather jacket in your wardrobe. I want to be the cardigan. Useful, practical, a daily item, able to flow when you put me on.

So put me on and find me this way.

Ezekiel 36:26-27

26And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart.  27And I will put my Spirit in you so that you will follow my decrees and be careful to obey my regulations.

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