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Sort of reminds me of my very first nite in Paris. All alone. Tenuous grasp of the language. Looking at the menu thinking, “Oops. I recognize NOTHING they are offering.” (Ya definitely got a leg up on me in the cuisine department, Julie.)
So I land on “Steak tartare.” I mean, steak, right? Can’t go wrong there. And I like tartar sauce, of course.
God sent a little angel dressed as a condescending French waiter to ask me if I really knew what I was ordering. (I guess he could tell I wasn’t from those parts.) He recommended a different choice. Whew. Found out later what I’d narrowly avoided.
Your post made me smile.
Praying and praying, Julie! Keep the updates coming.
Bon courage et à bientôt en ligne,
Mark
Julie!
Praying that the apartment comes through tomorrow. I was at my roommate Ryan’s birthday party and his friends made a delicious chocolate cake that had pieces of bacon in it. Was amazing and thought that you would like to know.
Amit
Psalm 18:30-32
God’s way is perfect. All the Lord’s promises prove true. He is a shield for all who look to him for protection.
For who is God except the Lord? Who but our God is a solid rock?
God arms me with strength, and he makes my way perfect.
You truly need to be a comedian. You crack me up.
Sorry you are off to a rough start 🙁
Know that Jesus is there for those who pelt people with bread and eat rank chocolate. Stay encouraged! Praying for ya Julie…
Eric