Abba's Art

Author: Fred D

  • Three Final Choices

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    Hiking through the Great Smoky Mountains I wandered upon an old cemetery. Treading in a hush of reverent silence, I carefully meandered among the grave-sites reading tombstone inscriptions. Three thoughts surfaced . . . no pun intended 😊 The uncertainty and brevity of life – several tombstones marked the graves of infants, who left and…

  • Fragrant Fellow

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    A fragrant fellow strolled by our digs last night up here on the mountain . . . down in the ‘holler’ . . . by the ‘crick’ in this special corner of His creation called Great smoky Mountains. Sometimes confused for weasels because of their similar, but larger body shape, the Spotted Skunk is equipped…

  • Glimpsing Eternity

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    Sitting in my Abba’s lap at sunset atop Clingmans Dome, 6,643 ft. up in the Great Smoky Mountains, my soul glimpsed eternity. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “Splendor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy are in His dwelling place.” Psalm 93:1 Keep Looking Up . . . His…

  • Earth Day in the Smokies

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    Bob strolled by this morning to wish us a Happy Earth day. Sam and Henrietta stopped by later . . . they claim Bob has an anger management issue, and prefer not to socialize with him 😊 “All creatures great and small, the Lord God made them all” Happy Earth Day!

  • Happy Easter

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    “We are drawn to children, saints and poets because they see things we have forgotten to see.” John Ortberg A child’s simple trusting faith, unencumbered by adult interpretation, Jeremy’s Egg is a story I’ve shared at Easter for the past few years. Poignantly portraying Easter’s meaning in way few sermons have, may it bless you…

  • Good Friday

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    Today is Good Friday, and the church marquee reads, “When He was on the cross, you were on His mind”. I’ll never comprehend how Divinity’s infinite love willing chose to pursue my sullied mortality to an excruciating death on a cross. I can only accept it and forever praise Him for it. At breakfast with…

  • Soul Restoration

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    My Creator placed a lone Mallard, on waters tinged gold in the sunset, to restore my soul tonight. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me besides the still waters. He restoreth my soul.” – Psalm 23:1-3 I M Blessed . .…

  • Water Sports – Then and Now

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    In Yester-Years water sports consisted of high energy, adrenaline charged high-diving, water-skiing, scuba-diving, etc. In Latter-Years water sports have gradually consolidated into a more relaxed, less strenuous venue of tranquil water-watching. Here’s a couple pics of how it’s done by a couple of ‘ole’ folks The good news . . . while I’m older today…

  • Sunset Promise

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    Life’s storms are inevitable. Watching our Creator brush His sunset masterpiece across the heavens nurtured the thought . . . magnificent sunsets are cast on cloudy skies. Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poetic words sealed my peace . . . “Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.” “The heavens declare the glory of God; and…

  • Sinister Symbols

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    The “Z” seen displayed on Russian war machinery comes from the preposition “Za,” the first word in the Russian phrase “Za pobedu” or “For victory” . . . may it never be! A crossed  “Z” is a sinister reminder of another tyrannical despot’s symbol . . . whose Nazi armies and allies systematically slaughtered 11…