None of my exes live in Texas

True story:

This afternoon as I was checking out at a local store in Lago Vista, Texas the cashier exclaimed,

“I know you!”

I looked at her in bewilderment because I didn’t recall ever having seen her before.

She continued, “Didn’t your ex-husband used to work down the street at the Dollar General?”

I chuckled, “No, all of my

ex-husbands live in Florida and none of them ever worked at Dollar General.”

She laughed, “All! How many do you have?”

I replied, “Let’s just say my song would be titled:

🎶 None of my exes live in Texas 🎶

Then I gathered my bags and gestured goodbye as she chuckled to herself trying to guess the number that I refused to disclose.

E.A. Fussell

10/13/2019

Life cannot beat God

I’ve hated this woman

I’ve fed her lies

Told her

She wasn’t good enough

Allowed others

To treat her that way

I’ve tried to break her

In many ways

I’ve crashed her marriages

Broken her heart

Fed drugs to her son

Tried to rip him apart

I’ve taken her best friends

Sent some to early graves

I’ve moved her

To places where

She knows no-one

I’ve given her great wealth

Then taken it all away

I have temporarily paralyzed her

Sent illness

And depression

Tried to make her fear

What might happen next

I’ve made her feel like a failure

As a wife

As a mother

As a daughter

As a sister

As a friend

Yes, I’ve hated this woman

By now she should be broken

But still she stands

Still she smiles

Still she believes that

I cannot beat her

She see’s through me

I am only life

And she knows

She was created by God

For His purpose not mine

E.A. Fussell

9/21/2019

Almost Unseen

Being the quiet observer

It’s a hard thing to do

Our ego wants to be recognized

Not fade into the shadows

But when we take the time

To quiet our mind

To meld into the background

Almost unseen

We can bend reality

Impact the vibrational field

Raise our frequency

Have the power to heal

E.A. Fussell

9/15/2019

(Photo by Alan Murphy)

Majesty

To look on Your majesty

And still not see

To be touched by

Your Holy Spirit

And still not feel

To be swept up in a birds song

And still not hear

I can’t imagine any such numbness

When I look upon

Your majestic works

I see Your Glory and understand

What a creative force You are

When Your Holy Spirit’s touch

Raises me above life’s battles

Comforts me, encourages me

I feel You right here with me

When a bird’s song joins with

The rest of nature in symphony

I hear the beauty

Of Your essence

You are the one true Living God

The Master Creator

The Great I Am

E.A. Fussell

9/13/2019