Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Resurrection Sunday Pictures 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Resurrection Sunday Pictures 2010

"The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world."

John 1:29

Our Family:)

Our family with Granddaddy and Grandmama Frodge, Grandma Sue, and Great-Grandma Harris

(He's laughing, just in case anyone wonders....;)

Sweet little friends, Margaret and Emilie

Mama and her boys:)

Cal Sue

Yours Truly.....

Abby:):)

Deeda-boo;D

"The Sissies" (As CJ and Will call us)

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"But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."

Isaiah 53:5

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"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,"

I Peter 1:3

5 comments:

The Stricklen FamilyApril 7, 2010 at 11:03 AM
Beautiful post, Mary! You forgot to say your dress and Callie's dress were made by you girls! I can brag as your Mother!

Love,
Mama
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Jason and AshleyApril 7, 2010 at 12:13 PM
Beautiful pictures and beautiful dresses! Of course the little men were very handsome!
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Pollock FamilyApril 7, 2010 at 12:34 PM
What a beautiful family!! That precious baby is just that, PRECIOUS!! Pics are great, but I sure would love to cuddle him and feel him soft baby skin. (Maybe one day when things slow down, we can come see you :))

Molly, just want you to know that you look absolutely beautiful and radiant in the pictures!! I can see the joy of the Lord in you.

Bless your sweet family.

Love you,
Tina
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Pollock FamilyApril 7, 2010 at 12:35 PM
whoops! Can you change him to his in the second sentence? Thanks. I never read what I write until it's too late!!
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The Miller FamilyApril 8, 2010 at 1:41 PM
Those are beautiful pictures! I thought those might be handmade dresses! Great job, ladies.

Love,
Aunt Katie
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The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Resurrection Sunday Pictures 2010

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