As I was watching the water transform to coffee as it flowed through the grounds this morning I was struck how the pure water of the Holy Spirit seeps through us as the called out ones to display His love. 

How we are each cultivated by the rich soil and gentle rains of His love. Brought to the perfect ripeness by his sunshine then lovingly harvested.  We are subjected to the dry times and the roasting flames to purify and bring out the exact flavor Papa intends for each one of us.  Then comes the grinder of life’s circumstances, breaking down our hardness and opening us up to the flow of His grace.  It is only when we are fully prepared that we are ready for the boiling presence of Holy Spirit to bring out all our hidden aspects and release the aroma of our praise to Yahweh.   The Holy Spirit is colored by each one of us in a singularly unique way, no two identical.  His expression here on earth is as varied and bountiful as each one of us his representatives here. 

So many factors go into the preparation of the coffee before the water flows through that each cup, though appearing the same is a one of a kind creation. Together displaying the beauty of the symphonic dance of His body, the full expression of Yeshua on earth.