A few weeks ago, my Mom and I went searching for the venue for the impending wedding. We went up to Orange Blossom Junction, and although it was quaint, it wasn't "right."
We got all nostalgic on the way there though, because we used to travel that way to church many years ago, when our family was still just the 5 of us. We decided to take the rest of the drive, since it had been years, so we could see what became of our little church nestled in the foothills.
This is what we saw:
This is the front of the church and the main entrance.
This is where the babies and toddlers would go to Sunday School.
Inside this door is where the elementary school children would learn about Jesus and color - cause the two things really go hand in hand at that age.
This is the side view of the main room in the little chapel, and of a bench I remember sitting on after church. It was "the spot" for me and my two friends.
Inside this door is where the elementary school children would learn about Jesus and color - cause the two things really go hand in hand at that age.
This is the side view of the main room in the little chapel, and of a bench I remember sitting on after church. It was "the spot" for me and my two friends.
It was a really crazy experience to go back after all these years. My Mom and I were kind of thrown back in time while we reminisced over the old days.
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