As I was going through all of my photos from my trips to France and Germany, I noticed I took a lot of photos of what I ate. Like, way too many too include them in the original Devotional Diva posts that I did about the trips. So, I decided to save them and do a post to include my favorite food photos! Hopefully this is at least interesting for all of the foodie Divas.
My first experience of real French crepes!French wine to go along with the crepes — This was a pretty dry Rose. It was good, and I felt very fancy.French Carbonara!In Berlin, we hit up Burger Dealer, home to the best burgers in Berlin!At the Kieler Woche festival in Kiel, Germany, I stopped for a quick Doppelwaffel and soon got powdered sugar all over myself.We stayed at an Air BnB in Germany, and our hosts cooked us this awesome meal our first night. It was so delicious!!True German schnitzel with a beer sauce!In the foreground of this picture, you can see my husband’s huge steak, baked potato and garlic bread. My plate is in the background, but I got a different steak that was not near as big! Also, Germans are very generous with their sour cream.
[editor’s note: welcome back to the blog veteran Diva, Maria Drayton! She reached out to me to send in a new devotional and I thought that more content for Holy Week was just the thing to do. Let’s keep our hearts focused on Him this week. Thank you
“Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!” – Matthew 21:9
Palm Sunday
I like plans. (And planners!) I like answers. I like certainty. I like insurance. And military life rarely gives any of those, by nature.
Right now, my husband
Dear God:
I’m sitting at home on Sunday morning, looking at my Christmas tree. My kids are playing with their new advent calendar toys. My husband is in the kitchen, quietly and intently obliging my children’s request for breakfast: “something random.” Everyone is eagerly awaiting what Daddy dreams
Dear God,
This Christmas still looks different than I thought it would, Lord, and I’m bringing that to You.
I lay it at your feet.
There isn’t quick healing here.
Just soreness that lingers, memories that surface without warning, and a heart still learning how to rest and