I was looking for a ring just a few minutes ago. No not a gold ring. Not my wedding ring. That never leaves my finger. It was just a metal ring. A “tool” ring. Metric and United States customary units are different if you didn’t know. We’re used to two liters of pop and a ten k run but not so much with centimeters, millimeters, kilos and such. My ring was to jury rig a Black and Decker grinder to a metric measure disk. I had a small, “washer” type ring made up that fits into the grinder disk hole so that it fits just right. Slick when you can find the dumb thing! I knew that I had seen it just a while ago. I had handled it, I had looked upon it. I had put it in a safe place so that I wouldn't forget where it was. That was my problem, the place was so safe that I forgot where it was. I looked for nearly half an hour. I took tools out of my tool box that hadn't been moved in years. I put them back. I took tools out of my tool pouch. I put them back. I took tools out o...
These are devotional thoughts from a guy who lives in Brazil. I recount personal experiences and Bible applications with most of my posts. These "thoughts" are mostly for me but if you want to, you can read them too!