Is it just me or does
this holiday just get better and mean more every year?
Love when the tree out front is in
bloom!
Easter Time
Sweet is the smell of freshly washed earth
Beauteous is the color of flowers at birth
Cool is the breeze as it dances and plays
Giving us pleasure on warm summer days
All of these things are the gifts of creation
As is the privilege of living in the choicest of nations
They show the great love of our Father for us
As we travel life’s lane on the swift omnibus
Partaking of this love let us pass it to another
Love hoarded will hide, die or be smothered
Easter is a time for showing our love and our growth
For we are God’s creatures of beauty and worth
-Florence B. Heath
Coloring Eggs,
Hunting Eggs
and Rolling Eggs
Don’t worry Aunt Kristi gave Bennett a haircut later that day J
The stone was rolled away so we could discover the empty (egg) tomb.
Because it was empty that first Easter morn I am filled!)
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