To my husband’s great horror, I have grabbed any heavy object to pound a nail into the wall when I can’t find a hammer, partly because I am impatient, and partly because I just thought it would work. Until I messed up and the nail went in crooked. And besides, the nail was too weak to support that massive picture frame that I simply couldn’t wait to hang. But that’s another story.

No, that is the story.

Because the crooked nail damaged the plaster, and the picture frame came tumbling down and broke, and I cut my foot and it got nasty… I really should have drilled a hole and placed a plastic screw-holder-anchor-thingy in there, and then screwed in a screw that would have supported the weight of that frame. Nails and a heavy object are the wrong tools for hanging anything that has some weight to it.

Specific tools exist for specific jobs. No kidding. I better start yielding to wisdom.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann

one thousand#627 Discovering a new wine

#628 His Word in my heart

#629 Making Gumbo for my daughter

#630 Getting a stain out of my favorite Tshirt

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