Abba's Art

Tag: Scripture

  • 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…

  • WORRY

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    Fred D
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    Worry is no joke! Its stress causes serious problems. Worry’s stress hormones in the brain have been linked to shrinking brain mass; lowering IQ; heart disease; cancer; premature aging; predicting martial problems; family dysfunction; clinical depression; and making seniors more prone to dementia and Alzheimer’s. Some 500 hundred years ago, Michel de Montaigne said: “My…

  • Peace . . . Hope . . . Joy . . . Love

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    Fred D
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    Clouds abated today and sunshine peeked through, a welcome respite from a lengthy stretch of stormy weather . . . and I heard the mountains calling. John Muir once said, “You are not in the mountains. The mountains are in you” . . . and today they moved in. High among mountain cathedrals’ majesty, blanketed…

  • Seasons Exchange

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    Fred D
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    Snows receding from the mountains . . . Trumpeter swans nesting on the lake . . . Spring relinquishing to Summer . . . Seasons exchange in the Land of the Midnight Sun  “To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven” – Ecclesiastes 3:1             …

  • Farewell Flowers

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    Fred D
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    Otra dia, otra adventura is a Spanish adage that translates . . . another day, another adventure . . . every day exploring Creation is. Got in one last Great Smoky Mountains wander today before jumping on the jet to the Last Frontier tomorrow. As always a new adventure awaited, two colorful blooms not yet…

  • Teardrops and Raindrops

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    Fred D
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    Tears of joy, and those of sorrow We know not which will fall tomorrow Raindrops upon a flower’s bloom Prompts dismissing teardrops’ gloom Our tears of grief, and those of loss Were all once shed upon a Cross He knows our grief, our pain and sorrow And saves each one to dry tomorrow “You know…