I hired a plumber
to help me restore an old farmhouse, and he had a rough first day on the
job: a flat tire made him lose an hour
of work, his electric drill quit, and his ancient one-ton truck refused to
start.
While I drove him
home, he sat in stony silence. On
arriving, he invited me to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree,
touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the
door, he underwent an amazing transformation.
His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and
gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he
walked me to the car. We passed the
tree, and my curiosity got the better of me.
I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
Oh, that’s my troubles tree, he replied.
I know I can’t help having
troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, those troubles don’t belong in
the house with my wife and children. So
I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to
take care of them. Then, in the morning,
I pick them up again. Funny thing is, he
smiled, when I come out in the morning to
pick’em up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night
before.
Perhaps we all
need a troubles tree…
--Author unknown
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