Abba's Art

Tag: Creation

  • Three Final Choices

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    Fred D
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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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    Fred D
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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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    Fred D
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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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    Fred D
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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!

  • Soul Restoration

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    Fred D
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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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    Fred D
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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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    Fred D
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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…

  • Day’s Finale

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    Fred D
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    All things . . . save God . . . must end. Of all endings, among my favorites are the unique masterpieces our omnipotent Creator chooses brush across the heavens at day’s end. Here’s a few of His sunset sketches from yesterday’s gallery. Please continue to remember Ukraine in your prayers.         …

  • Dancing Waters

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    Fred D
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    Waterfalls are Nature’s poetry in motion. Their roar of their turbulent flow embraces a quixotic, soothing serenity. Fueled by last night’s thunderstorms, I sat stream-side in eye candy wonder, listening to Creation’s rushing water symphony.  I M blessed . . . May U B 2. Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet…

  • Sunrise . . . Sunset

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    Fred D
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    This evening’s glowing sunset held a two-fold  paradox . . . the solemn awareness that everything has an end . . . the calming assurance that each sunset will reborn in tomorrow’s sunrise . . . just as my final sunset will someday be reborn in the Son-rise of my finest forever. Keep Looking Up . .…