Speak, write, paint, draw, create, express yourself

Make your plan

Execute it


Do not wait

Trying to perfect it

Waiting can create



Fear of failure

Fear of success

Waiting for the perfect time

Has caused many good plans

To never see the light of day

Tucked away

Inside a desk drawer

Hidden in a closet

Locked inside a brilliant mind

Waiting for the perfect time

That never seems to come

Make your plan

Execute it


E.A. Fussell


Inspired by George S. Patton’s quote: A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week.

The power of a nail

Sometimes the heart gets tangled up with the mind and one, or both, lose their way. When this happens it takes unimaginable force to move one, or both, back on track.

My heart has been tangled up with your memory for months. Chasing it around. Seeing you in every room. Hearing you in every song. Missing you with every breath. I lost my way in despair and disillusionment. Sinking into the quicksand of what could have been.

God whacked me good with his mighty hammer until He beat a way back into my heart, where I had been pushing Him out of. I was angry because He took you from me. But you were never really mine, He had only loaned you to me for a time. đź’”

The heart can be broken, crushed, almost pulverized. Miraculously it continues to beat, continues to struggle to survive, even when a person doesn’t want to survive. The heart fights for life. It is sort of like when an exhausted fighter is knocked down in the ring. The crowd doesn’t believe the fighter will be able to get back up. Then somehow the fighter struggles to stand and deliver the final winning blow to their opponent. The winning fighter gets a burst of energy from the adrenaline of the win then goes off to rest, heal and prepare to be knocked down again.

I had pushed grief down for months. Trying not to let it win. Then December ushered it in. Knocked me down. Flat out cold. Until God took back His hold on me. Whacked me with His mighty Spirit. Gave me rest inside His loving arms. Assuring me that, even though I will never be as happy as I could have been, joy will return. My eyes will lose their dullness and regain a sparkle if I allow His light to shine through me. Miraculously my broken heart can be made whole through the power of His nail in my soul.

When God has a point to prove He may whack you a few times, harder each time, until you get His point. Which is a lesson that reminds me of a Winston Churchill quote:

“If you have an important point to make, don’t try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time – a tremendous whack.”



Let the dogs bark

Let the dogs bark
They are irrelevant
Most dogs are all bark
No bite
If you pause to throw stones
Every time one barks
You will never
Reach your destination

Let the dogs bark
Do not slow your pace
Look back only to
Assess your current situation
Navigate the circumstances
Pause to throw stones
Only when you must
If you get bitten
Take time to heal the wound
Then focus on forward

Let the dogs bark
Ignore their howls and growls
Among them
You may eventually find
A friend that’s true
A love that’s real
Stay your course
Hold onto your beliefs
Listen to your Creator
Follow your instincts
Accept yourself as you are
Let the dogs bark

E.A. Fussell

This moment

Life blows sometimes. Life is unpredictable most of the times. If you stop fighting it, and let it just be, it will bring a whole new view that you could never see as long as you resist.

Trust your inner self. Trust that God loves you. Trust that the universe was created for your good. Stop trying to control the outcome. Stop thinking. Feel. Feel the love that wants to engulf you. Feel the rain kissing your skin. Feel the sun feeding you energy. Feel the wind hugging you tightly. Doing more will not satisfy you. Learn how to just be. Be with this moment. This moment is all we have. This moment is your life.

E.A. Fussell









Ever changing



In what it throws at you

Embrace the good

Brush off the bad

Push down the desire

To give up

Ignore pain & grief

Ignore time & tiredness

Ignore the mirror & scale

Not reflecting your effort

Ignore the voices telling you

“You can’t”

Wake up

Pull yourself up

Step forward each day

Keep moving

Jump over obstacles

Or bulldoze through them

Celebrate little wins

Manage thoughts within

See your target

Know it’s yours to win




Face the challenges

Life throws at you

Regardless of how painful

Knowing without a doubt

You have the ability to be


In what you overcome

E.A. Fussell


It cuts like a knife

We are always walking through peoples lives

By chance or

By choice


On the outskirts passing by


Bidding hello and goodbye


Sharing laughter or cries


Exploring how and why


The most lasting tie

Walk gently through those lives

Stranger, friend, or wife

Not all wounds are visible

Some they safely hide

By chance or

By choice

The deepest cut

Sometimes comes from a voice

E.A. Fussell


Hoist the colors!

When we have to do
What we do not
Want to do
Frustration and anger
Turn to angst

We want to scream out
“Hoist the colors!!!!”
But it’s not time yet
And it may not be
Our directive to give

The season is drawing nigh
Tensions are growing high
Minds being manipulated
False words being spoken
The goal
To leave society broken
Faith shattered

Hope rests in a love letter
Written to us long ago
In the form of a book
That tells the story
If we only bother to look
Peace of mind can be found
From our Father’s Word


E.A. Fussell

Do something or shut up

Go ahead
Hold onto that anger
Let the embers
Burn through you each night
Diminishing your pleasure
Shortening your life

For what

A bruised ego
Over a few misplaced words
Rubbing you the wrong way

There is plenty
To be angry about
In this upside down world
But is it worth the cost
Do you really want to waste
Your most valuable assets

Your time
Your health
Your mind

What are you going to do
To change the situation
Then get up off your
And do something


Change the words
Pouring out of your mouth and
Circling around in your head
And you will change the life
Playing out in front of you

Hold tight to anger
Release it


It’s your short life
Do with it whatever you choose

E.A. Fussell

Differences make us stronger

Common sense
Each one of us
Has varying levels
Mine are not better than yours
Yours are not better than mine
Can be beautiful and
Compliment each other
To create strong
Somewhere along the way
We allowed ourselves
To lose sight of this
Pitting us against each other
In overly competitive mindsets
And carrying around a
Corrosive spirit of offense
If someone doesn’t agree
With our way of thinking
Of our way of believing
Of our way of living
Of our way
This over competitiveness
This spirit of offense
Weakens community
Corrupts good will
Creates division
And a divided
Will inevitably

E.A. Fussell

Invisible changes

There are things we face alone

Regardless of who we are with

We were created that way

The innermost thoughts

The deepest feelings

Tucked away inside

Invisible to others

A wrestling force

Twisting us up

Changing us

Turning us

Into who

We are



E.A. Fussell